Being Plastic. It’s Fantastic.

Wanna see something really effing creepy?

Seriously, this is wicked twerked. Prepare yourself.

BAM! CREEPY!

Guys, that is what Barbie would look like as a full grown woman, if you use her doll measurements and multiply (is that the correct math verb? I’ve never been great with numbers…) How seriously messed up is that? This was built by a brilliant young woman for National Eating Disorder Awareness Week. You can read the full article from Huffington Post here.

This picture is important because images are very powerful. And Barbie isn’t just an image. Barbie is an object that billions of girls touch, play with, insert into their fantasy lives, sleep with, idealize, and love. Think about the kind of power that this doll has. Children are so easy to manipulate. It’s what makes them so vulnerable and endearing. It’s why marketing towards kids is so effective, because they are gullible and impressionable and because since they are so gosh darn cute we want to give them what they ask for.

But giving them this particular toy is dangerous. It’s like giving them something sharp, something hot that will burn them. This doll will create an image of what women are that is extremely distorted. It’s distorted, and gross, and impossible. This is the reason that when women lose 10 lbs the first thought is usually “Great. I wonder if I could lose 10 more…” This is the reason that we get suckered into buying sneakers that claim they’ll make our asses look spectacular. It’s the reason we binge and purge. Its the reason the reflection is never good enough.

But this can change. We can control the images we see (well, to an extent.) We can do things that make us feel good, which will be drastically different person to person. I need to practice yoga, cook myself delicious food, and dance. Riding my bike also makes me feel free and fun, as does laughing with my friends (who are hilarious.) So we need to trash the Barbies, turn away from the magazine covers, and stop buying into the gimicks. Self love equals self healing, and these wounds are ours collectively to heal. Tell your friends they are beautiful every day. We gotta stick together against this blond freak. She’s adapted with the times, gone global, survived into this new century. The fight starts here. It’s on.

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6 thoughts on “Being Plastic. It’s Fantastic.

  1. I went to a similar seminar on campus about the effects of Disney movies on a young girls mind. Snow White for example, if you look at her figure, she’s missing breasts, curves, and height. She’s supposed to only be 13, but she’s tiny. All the princesses are thin. They always get the prince and the happy ending. If you look up some of the song lyrics as well you can see that they promote eating disorders. Little Mermaid, for example, Ursula sings about a girl longing to be thinner and how she helps her get the man. As silly as it sounds, you can not protect anyone from an eating disorder. You can’t shelter your baby girl from a doll or from disney movies. All you can do is watch and help to prevent to the best of your abilities. The media is too fast for us and socialization coupled with peer influence only makes matters worse.

    1. I totally agree that the media is pervasive and everywhere you look their are unhealthy/unrealistic images of women. But I hesitate to say you can’t shelter your kids. I don’t advocate locking them up until they’re 18 or anything like that, but you can try at least somewhat to control what they say. I mean, you can certainly not buy them a Barbie and pick different films (I have such a soft spot for Disney, so it saddens me to say that I do understand their detrimental effect. UGH.) But more than that, I think its important to talk to kids from a super young age about this stuff. Ask them how they feel about their body, tell them they are pretty, explain that Barbie isn’t a real girl. I think it’s a battle well worth waging, and the younger you start the better chance you have for success.

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