The Kardashian Barbie Doll
I'm a recovering Barbie-addict. I played with them until I was like 16, and I still would if I didn't have all boys. I'm a little burnt out on trucks, pirates and Spiderman, so anytime we're at someone's house and they have little girls, I'll immediately wonder if they have Barbies. I even have a method:
That said, I have to say the prospect of a Kardashian Barbie Doll creeps me out. I don't care if it's the only doll in a sea of excavators and superheros, I won't touch it with a ten-foot pink brush. Sure, Barbie is no stranger to controversy. The Dallas Cowboys Barbie caught a lot of flack:
(But comparing a professional cheerleader to a sex tape goddess isn't even a logical argument.)
"Cher in Bob Mackie Barbie"
(Let's be honest: Bob Mackie gets away with stripper garb because he's Bob Mackie)
"Jazz Barbie"
(I've been to a jazz show on Broadway. Yes, they dress like this. And yes, like Barbie, they look like strippers.)
"Tramp Stamp Totally Tattoos Barbie"
(Much to my husband's dismay, I like tattoos. I even have a few. But there's no way I'd get near a Slag Tag.)
Regardless of how many poor choices the marketing team at Mattel has made, short of a "Playboy Barbie" line coming out, nothing tops the poor message that a Kardashian doll sends. Can you imagine the conversation?
Little Girl: "Mommy, who is Kim Kardashian?"
Mom: "Well, she and her sisters are on TV."
Girl: "Why?"
Mom, chewing lip uncomfortably: "Well, because they're famous."
Girl: "Are they singers?"
Mom: "No."
Girl: "Do they play sports?"
Mom: "Uh, nope."
Girl: "Do they dance?"
Mom: "Technically yes, but not in the way you're thinking."
Girl: "Well, why are they famous?"
Mom points across the street: "Look! A firetruck!"
Indeed, Kim's sex tape and the need to carry $10,000 handbags brought them much fame and wealth, but it's not the best message to send young, impressionable girls. Point is, do not buy the Kardashian doll.Send a message to Mattel. Or call them at . Let them know they can do better than this.
- I'll make eye contact with the girl. Whether she's across the room or simply in the seat next to me, eye contact will be made.
- I'll smile sweetly and gesture for her to come closer.
- Once she's within my reach, I'll pull her closer and ask--without moving my lips, mind you, in case there's a mean older sister not minding her own business--if she has any Barbies.
That said, I have to say the prospect of a Kardashian Barbie Doll creeps me out. I don't care if it's the only doll in a sea of excavators and superheros, I won't touch it with a ten-foot pink brush. Sure, Barbie is no stranger to controversy. The Dallas Cowboys Barbie caught a lot of flack:
(But comparing a professional cheerleader to a sex tape goddess isn't even a logical argument.)
"Cher in Bob Mackie Barbie"
(Let's be honest: Bob Mackie gets away with stripper garb because he's Bob Mackie)
"Jazz Barbie"
(I've been to a jazz show on Broadway. Yes, they dress like this. And yes, like Barbie, they look like strippers.)
"
(Much to my husband's dismay, I like tattoos. I even have a few. But there's no way I'd get near a Slag Tag.)
Regardless of how many poor choices the marketing team at Mattel has made, short of a "Playboy Barbie" line coming out, nothing tops the poor message that a Kardashian doll sends. Can you imagine the conversation?
Little Girl: "Mommy, who is Kim Kardashian?"
Mom: "Well, she and her sisters are on TV."
Girl: "Why?"
Mom, chewing lip uncomfortably: "Well, because they're famous."
Girl: "Are they singers?"
Mom: "No."
Girl: "Do they play sports?"
Mom: "Uh, nope."
Girl: "Do they dance?"
Mom: "Technically yes, but not in the way you're thinking."
Girl: "Well, why are they famous?"
Mom points across the street: "Look! A firetruck!"
Indeed, Kim's sex tape and the need to carry $10,000 handbags brought them much fame and wealth, but it's not the best message to send young, impressionable girls. Point is, do not buy the Kardashian doll.Send a message to Mattel. Or call them at . Let them know they can do better than this.
I mean, come on. Her as a Barbie???
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