Barbie is not the problem

With enough airbrushing any celebrity  can now look perfect like Barbie
With enough airbrushing any celebrity can now look perfect like Barbie

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that if you were a young girl in the 60’s and 70’s you owned at least one Barbie, possibly more. My own serious obsession with Barbie started in 1968, and didn’t end until 1975. In those 7 years I owned a large collection of Barbies including vintage dolls handed down from older cousins. I had a Barbie Family House, Barbie camper, Barbie jet, and one of the first Barbie sport cars that looked like a cross between a Mustang and Bentley.

Barbie was the toy of the 70’s; her image was everywhere. You couldn’t turn a corner without seeing her blond face. From books to Halloween costumes, to bedding and shoes, Barbie dominated American childhood.

I never pretended to look perfect like Barbie. I pretended to go camping with her.
I never pretended to look perfect like Barbie. I pretended to go camping with her.
Family House my ass. It consisted of three "rooms" and just enough space for two dolls.
Family House my ass. It consisted of three “rooms” and just enough space for two dolls.

Back then parents didn’t complain about Barbie’s small waist and big chest. The big joke was that Barbie was short on funds, but large on goods. “For a woman that doesn’t have a job, she sure has a lot of stuff”. But over the years this has changed. Mattel, the maker of Barbie, has taken a big hit from groups who feel Barbie gives little girls unrealistic expectations about themselves and wounds pre-adolescent self-esteem. This criticism is why Mattel unveiled a new line of Barbies, a line that includes a long needed variety of skin tone, but also an unnecessary choice of body proportions, which may do more harm than good. You see, Barbie isn’t the problem.

Didn't we already try this with Skipper and Trixie?
Didn’t we already try this with Skipper and Trixie?

I played with Barbie between the ages of 5 and 11. One of the things I did on my 12th birthday was to pack up all of my Barbies and accessories and lend them to a younger neighbor (a move I still regret, as I never did get them back). As a 12 year old with a new record player and skates, I no longer had any need of my childhood fantasies. At this age I was wise enough to know Barbie was a toy and that no matter how much I played with her, I would never be like Barbie. Truth be told, it was never Barbie I wanted to be or look like in the first place.

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In the 1960’s & 1970’s the ideal American beauty was the fresh faced tall, blond, blue eyed, tanned girl. The Beach Boys sang about her in California Girls and shampoo commercials always showed her waving her long blond locks in slow motion. Compound that with the fact that my older cousins, the ones who gave me my first set of Barbies, looked like the perfect Breck Shampoo models, and you can see why I may have had self-esteem issues. I was short, dark haired, and brown eyed. I looked nothing like my cousins or the girls on TV and in fashion magazines. But the truth of this did not hit me until after I stopped playing with Barbie.

I only remember once expressing a desire to look like Barbie. I said this to one of my cousins when I was 6 and after we had seen Sleeping Beauty in the theater (in the 60’s theaters were playing Disney movies in the summer months so kids could see them for the first time on the big screen). It wasn’t Barbie that I wanted to look like, it was princess Aurora that struck my young mind as the perfect female image, and surely Barbie was modeled after her. My cousin laughed and handed me Barbie’s dark haired friend Midge and said this is who I would grow up to look like. I was crushed. I don’t think my cousin was being overtly mean, and I am sure neither one of us knew how deep that statement would cut as I grew into my teen years. Being labeled as not looking like what society deems beautiful is way more damaging than playing with a doll that doesn’t look like you.

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Perhaps if we had dark hard role models back then I would have been thrilled with the label. I now see the beauty in this doll.

 

And, after a page of rambling, this is my point about the new and “improved” Barbie.

I don't know any 8 year old who looks like either of these two dolls.
I don’t know any 8 year old who looks like either of these two dolls.

While I applaud Mattel’s decision to produce dolls with varying hair and skin colors, I am not so sure the curvy doll will do little girls any good. First of all, the target audience for Barbie are preadolescent girls and I’ve yet to see a curvy 8 year old; chubby, yes, but curvy no. I understand that the message Mattel is offering is one that says women are beautiful no matter what your body size, but until society agrees, it won’t be heard. I’m a curvy woman and feel that my body is just fine, but this goes against what society tells us. Not that society should dictate how we feel about ourselves, but the mixed messages that come with the new curvy Barbie may prove to be damaging. Giving a child a doll that you think will most represent her in adulthood is providing a label for the future girl. One that she may not agree is positive.

When a parent offers their child a more true to life curvy Barbie, they are essentially telling that child that she will grow up to look like this, without taking into account the child’s athletic potential or genetic makeup that may be slightly different than her mother’s. We don’t give boys action figures that most represent what we think they will look or be like because we know these are just toys designed for fun. So why is Barbie held to a different standard? Barbie is not the problem.

The problem of body image and the effects it has on young girls is not a result of years of playing with an unrealistic toy. There are many young girls who have never played with a Barbie yet suffer from poor body image. I say to the same groups who pushed Mattel’s change, you should do the same with the media, for this is where the true problem lies. In fact it’s ironic that Barbie started out as a fashion model, and as we all know, fashion models do not represent what the majority of woman look like, so why be pissed off that Barbie doesn’t either? If you are so worried about your daughter’s self esteem issues, why give her a fashion doll in the first place? I have an idea, why not give her a science kit instead and encourage her to change the world?

As a young girl I never seriously considered Barbie to be my personal role model nor did I limit my life choices to what she represented. I used my imagination to explore my future possibilities. But if my cousin had taken away all of my blond Barbies and only allowed me to play with Midge, the idea that I didn’t fit into what society says is beautiful would have only cut deeper. I am afraid that by handing a little girl a true to life curvy doll, her image of herself will not magically improve. She may view her potential self critically and enjoy her teen years less as she waits for the dreaded curves to show themselves. Why can’t we just let little girls have the same fun that we let little boys? Where is the outcry over G.I Joe and his perfect body?

This push for a new Barbie size sounds like misplaced anger. Why don’t we start with the media and work our way down to toys? Until magazines stop airbrushing celebrities, until we stop spending billions on plastic surgery, and worshiping homemade porn stars turned TV stars, the outcry over Barbie rings hollow. If you teach your daughter to love and honor herself no doll will change that.

 

DIY and the horrors of the best laid plans

History teaches us that some of the best-laid plans never go, well, as planned. Between unforeseen obstacles and over running costs, some of mankind’s best intentions do not always end well.

Humans are complicated creatures; we tend to over estimate our abilities and under estimating the consequences of our actions. Once we have our minds made up to do something, we tend to put blinders on and run right into disaster. Often after the deed is done and effect takes over, we scratch our heads in utter amazement while muttering, “Well who saw that coming?

It attracts better than it ever repelled
It attracts better than it ever repelled

Amazingly the crowd believed him, and as one of his first edicts in office, he commissioned a wall, one that he envisioned would stretch around China with gold H’s blazing on all four corners.

I am sure the Great Wall of China was one of several ideas Emperor Huang (259-210BC) had when he was running for office. He stood proudly in front of a large crowd and proclaimed, “I will build a huge wall and it will beautiful! I’ll make the barbarian nomads pay for it too!” Amazingly the crowd believed him, and as one of his first edicts in office, he commissioned a wall, one that he envisioned would stretch around China with  gold H’s blazing on all four corners. Sadly for him the wall was not finished before he died, and the nomads ignored his repeated demands for payment. The project, which was running way over cost was abandoned after Huang’s death and would not be “complete” (it never did run all the way around China) until the 14the century. Today, while still damn impressive, the wall is falling into disrepair and is now mainly a tourist attraction, as today’s China welcomes visitors, even the barbarian Americans. At its peak season the wall attracts 70,000 visitors a day, but even so, the cost of repair is double what visitors pay to see it. Now they have to ask themselves, “With 30% of it gone, does it make sense to maintain it to keep people coming in?”

One of the worst “good intention” ideas of recent history is the American led war on Iraq. The Bush administration thought it would be a good idea (and a cheap way to grab some oil fields) to go in and remove Saddam Hussein and push democracy onto a country that did not ask for it. “We’ll be greeted like liberators”. This would turn out to be one of the dumbest things ever said by someone in the Bush administration, and ironically, it didn’t even come from George W’s mouth.

14 plus years, trillions of dollars wasted and thousands of lives lost later, we’re still dealing with the aftermaths of this obviously, ill thought out plan. Oh but it seemed like such a good idea at the time.

On a less global and monumental scale, we home DIY fanatics will often fall into the same trap of self delusion; what seems like an easy home repair job turns out to cost almost as much as packing up and moving to a better house, one that automatically came with everything we could ever want. We too stare out into a crowd (usually our panicked family) and exclaim, “This will be easy and it won’t cost much. Trust me, it will be beautiful!”

As someone who studies and writes about history, you’d think I would be one of the least likely people to fall into a self made trap, but you would be wrong. What started out as a quick well intended 30-minute project has now cost me two days and well over $200. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

So this is how one historian decided to ignore history and go once more into the breeches! Forethought and foresight be damned, how hard could it be to put up a bathroom shelf anyway?

I just needed to install the shelf and move the towel rack. What could go wrong?
I just needed to install the shelf and move the towel rack. What could go wrong?

This was supposed to be my vacation. I decided to take a week off and devote myself to my book project. But first, I had a few household upgrades that needed my attention. I wanted to get these things out of the way so that Shakespeare could have my undivided attention. I wanted no distractions, no wandering thoughts, of “I really should get to that” running through my head. I promised myself, I’d just get a few things done and out of the way. What was I thinking?!

My roommate had a simple request. There wasn’t enough shelving in her bathroom for all of her sundries, so I bought a nice modern looking (and easy to install) shelving unit for her use. But, in order to install it, I had to move her towel rack to another wall. How hard could this be?

It seemed simple enough, but knowing my mechanical limitations (I struggle with opening jars) I decided to experiment on one of my towel racks first. I had no clear idea how one goes about taking a towel rack down and what kind of mess it would create. This was Sunday night, too late to visit a hardware store, but not too late to figure out what would be involved in such a move.

Once I figured out that all that was holding my rack in place was one simple screw I was elated! I hated my old, brass-plated racks. They were dull and dingy. No amount of cleaning could make them shiny again, so off they all came! My toilet paper holder and towel racks were going to be upgraded; after all, the wall mounts looked like they could be reused, all I needed to do was to find racks with the same dimensions as the old ones. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Monday morning I headed to one of our big box hardware stores (Lowe’s) with a list. The night before I started to think of inexpensive ways to upgrade my bathroom. New racks and new outlet covers (these too being dull brass) would be just the thing to make the room look clean and fresh. Knowing I would be taking my roommate’s wall mounts down I went for wall putty too. No need for small screw holes in the wall right?

I found just what I was looking for along with a new bathroom rug (it was on sale) and within an hour I was home, ready to get going on my DYI project. Little did I know what should have taken about an hour turned into two days..

It hit me that I may have made a mistake when I opened the first towel rack package that though the dimension and size were the same as my old rack, the wall mounts were completely different. Okay, no problem I told myself, just take the old ones down, putty the small holes and install the new mounts. What could go wrong?

The first mount came down with little effort. I just unscrewed the two screws holding it in place and covered the tiny hole with putty. But the next mount proved to be one in a series of missteps that would take me from doing a quick upgrade, to a complete bathroom makeover. I did not see that coming.

I called my neighbor for advice and to borrow a drill, as the wall mount instructions called for a drill. Gary, always one to help me out (and avoid his own DIY projects) came over. I showed him what I wanted to do and why I needed to borrow his drill. He eyed the project with glee; he’s a retired carpenter and I could see he was salivating over the idea of using his skills again. “I’ll be right back”, he said after scoffing at the instruction sheet. He returned with an arsenal of tools and the swagger of man who was ready to rebuild an entire house.

“Let’s start with your roommate’s towel rack” he said. This won’t take long. He showed me how to get the wall mount screws out of the wall. First mount, no problem, I did it! But the second wouldn’t budge. I looked at Gary for guidance and he was looking at the mount as a personal challenge. “Pull a littler harder” he said. I grasped the pliers again and pulled on the screw with all my might. Out the screw came, along with a good chunk of the drywall. We both stared at the hole in the wall in amazement. I was starting to understand this project was more than I had bargained for.

After patching the hole (add hole patching to the home repair lessons) we decided to move onto my bathroom. Once again he made me remove the wall mounts, this time without doing extreme damage to my walls. But there were some small holes to putty. We attached the new racks and I was breathing a little easier, but still there was that hole in the wall to deal with…

“You’re going to want to paint that wall,” Gary warned me. The putty job was too large to let dry and ignore. He handed me a piece of the drywall and said it would be enough to have a painting department match. So off I went, back to Lowe’s.

I came home with a gallon of paint, a drop cloth, and a renewed sense of hope. This would be easy and quick. After all, it was one wall in my roommate’s bathroom and just a few patch pieces in mine. What could go wrong?

I painted my roommate’s wall in just minutes; the paint color matched so evenly that it was hard to see where I had painted. Once again elation took hold. Victory was mine for now all I had to do was paint the few small patches in my bathroom and the job would be complete!

Armed with confidence and a brush full of paint I went to work. Just a few brush strokes and…..what the hell?? The paint colors did not match! For the love of all that is holy, who paints matching bathrooms two different colors?? To my untrained eye the colors were the same, but once that new paint was one the wall, the truth was revealed. The adjoining bathrooms were painted in slightly different shades of eggshell white. I stood staring at the mess I had just made on my wall. Not only did the colors not blend, I had recklessly painted enough on to make the difference stand out to even a blind person. I did not see this coming.

Looking at the ceiling I noticed this bathroom was three different colors. WTF?
Looking at the ceiling I noticed this bathroom was three different colors. WTF?

Realizing my mistake I decided the only course of action was to paint the entire room in the new color. Two hours and one mess later, I had the room complete (if you paint the room, might as well do the door jams too). I somehow managed to get paint under the drop cloth and all over my hair and cloths. Good god, was this nightmare ever going to end? After cleaning up the painting equipment I went to work, cleaning paint from the floor, vanity, and mirror. I’m pretty sure I still have paint in my hair…

I spent all morning cleaning up the paint for the floor. There was so much on one floorboard I pulled the paint out and decided to finish the job.

I can only image the mess I would have made without the drop cloth
I can only image the mess I would have made without the drop cloth

Whose friggen idea was this anyway, and why did I start this project? Oh yeah, my roommate wanted more bathroom space. I should have suggested moving to a bigger house.

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