How Barbie Made MY Girl Look at Herself.

Jules and I were watching one of her fave Youtube channels this morning as she ate her breakfast, chilling out before school. The Fine Bros. do a series of how different groups of people React to different things. Like anything. At all. Like how little kids react to phones with cords. Or how elders react to dubstep. This Fine(s) morning, we were watching how...well, they were people, I guess...reacted to the new Barbies. The ones that are different from one another and from the tall blonde skinny one that has been made for generations.


I did some research. They are "parents" reacting to "New Barbie Doll Commercial" Go ahead and watch it and have your own feelings. This isn't (really) a post about feminism, but you should go see what your stance is anyway.

 After we watch it, I'm all full of opinions and stances and say "I just don't get it. I never looked at Barbie and was all 'I should look like this.' I just liked dressing her and doing her hair. And also, you should get your self-worth and esteem and empowerment from your parents not a fuckin doll."

Then, "Is it me? Cuz I'm white? I'm short tho. My hair isn't platinum."

 So I turn to her and say "What about you?"
She says, "I hated Barbie." I nod, say, "Yea you weren't really one for dolls." She continued, "I would take her clothes off, and then couldn't figure out how to get them back on. I just thought I broke them."
Me, "      ."
I wanted to cry. That is heartbreaking. I had always known she hated playing dolls. I had no idea why. It is awesome to me that she is able to go back and analyze and discuss these things with me now. But oy #autismparentingfail