I make a point not to remove wall posts from my Facebook page. If a friend posts something weird or a little off-color, so be it. But when an old friend from high school posted a question about the status of my Barbie collection, I freaked -- and removed the post.
Why? Because only a select group of my friends and family know about the collection.
It's a defense mechanism. I don't want to be known universally as "that chick with hundreds of dolls" among coworkers and acquaintances. My old friend from Facebook proves this can happen: After all these years, one of the first questions he asks me is about the collection.
There's always a pause and a look of surprise after someone new learns about the collection. Then come the questions. So many questions.
It's hard for people who don't collect anything to understand the compulsion to collect. And collecting dolls has gotten a bad rep among some.
My husband's grandmother had a "doll room" in her old house filled with baby dolls and dolls in intricate lace dresses. They lined the room on shelves and perched on every available space -- even the bed. When staying with his grandparents, my husband had to sleep in that room beneath the unblinking stare of all those dolls.
It caused some trauma and, if my hunch is correct, will require some future psychiatric bills to fix. (Just kidding, honey!)
Seriously, the dolls-staring-with-unblinking-eyes thing creeps a lot of people out.
Even Ashton Kutcher.
Because I know people don't understand collecting and I know it creeps some people out, I remain pretty quiet about the whole thing day-to-day.
What do you do? Who do you tell?