For the record, I played with Barbie for more than a decade before she underwent breast-reduction surgery in the late '90s. And guess what? I'm not scarred. I don't think I'm horribly misshaped because I don't exactly resemble her measurements. I also don't feel the need to augment myself to try and match her.
(Side note: Don't you love how the anti-Barbie crowd enjoys trotting out Barbie's "real-life" measurements as examples of why playing with her is damaging to children? As if all other toys measure up perfectly to the real-life test.)
Read about the hoopla here, here, here, and here.
Cleavage is so evil, some upset parents are calling for the busty offender to be pulled from store shelves (because even having the option of purchasing a doll with bigger boobs is scarring for some children, apparently). I have to ask: What happens when some of the young girls of these parents grow up to have (heaven forbid it) big boobs? Will they be ashamed of them, having been taught it's wrong or abnormal?
I think the whole controversy is silly (or maybe you could tell that from my rampant use of sarcasm in this post). There are causes more worthy of time and attention in this world than the size of one doll's boobs.
Brief Update and Random Pinterest Discovery
2 days ago