The phenomenon of a Barbie doll. Do not send a revolutionary to retire?
Our beauty has grown old – this year she turned 50. Still good and slender, still popular, vrazhina. But I would rustle her to retire – our beauty has already done her rotten work, and it’s enough for her to trash all over the world.
And hide your tomatoes – let’s see first … In the pre-war Germany, in general, Puritan, with the advent of the “people’s car”, still little available to the German people, in the front seat the proud owner of the car loved to plant a sort of blond woman doll.
They called her in the city of Hamburg in the French manner: Lily. And for the burgher, everything French was a sign of depraved equality: oh la la, Lily! It was not a sex-doll (little girls were slightly implied, but the Fatherland can sleep peacefully!), But simply a 30-centimeter sprout a model of such a pretty girl-Gretchen. Here he is – a burgher. Here it is – a burgher. And maybe olyalyalka. Know ours! U-la-la! But in America, where Ford fed the country with affordable cars to the dump, the front seat was lonely empty.
While spouses Ruth and Elliot Handlers at their own risk and did not decide to come up with a doll for adults. Fears and risks were solid – Americans are not sentimental Hans and Gretchen: whether the doll will go on a pragmatic American market … Chet Handlers got down to business thoroughly. For the development of the concept of the doll, Ernst Ditcher, Doctor of Psychology of the Vienna Institute of Motivational Research, was involved with his laboratories.
So in 1959 the Barbie doll (in honor of the daughter of the Handlers Barbara) was born as a doll for adults, like a car mascot for a typical American man on wheels. Happy birthday baby! In the same 1959 351 thousand pupae were sold. The process went, as Gorby said. But, oops … the wrong way: the big-eyed busty sex bomb was chosen by American girls! The price was considerable in those times – $ 3 per bomb, but which parent would refuse to its roaring child … Once in gentle girl hands, the doll for motorists made a gender revolution, becoming a child’s toy. Vaulyashechki. Oh, lyuli-lyuli …
Let’s think about how it turned out for our children: well, parents of pre-Barbush children, remember what we played and what the whole girl world played. The children’s toy has always been gender – the boys played pistols and the girls pupsies. The doll was called – baby doll. The doll was naked like a baby, the doll was in girls’ clothes, the doll was lying in the stroller, crying-uakala, she could comb-braid pigtails, change the diapers, shorts, dress. And most importantly – the girls of the entire planet played with a doll as a daughter-mother!
The role of the doll was to develop a feminine, maternal beginning. While preparing this material, I accidentally stumbled upon a study of Peruvian archeologists, who dug up many small clay figurines with pronounced sexual characteristics in the temples of Latin America. These were not totemic religious idols – they were children’s toys of the ancestors of modern Indians. Just toys: son and daughter. Exactly the same holopuzye, which ran the children of ancient Indians who did not know the gender shame! Ancient clay clay bearings did not bear any sexual load – girls played in them, learning to motherhood.
Have you wrapped a palm leaf in a palm leaf? Now back to our old Barbie. Hello, old woman. Tell us, have you ever played like a mother in your 50 years? Did you teach girls our skills in caring for the unborn child, the skills of caring for the offspring of the future? Could the average girl of the planet look at your Hollywood face, at your waist-boobs-ass, at your adult-obscene and sexy look with the eyes of a future mother? And didn’t you steal this piece of pure childhood from girls, throwing them right into the world of the sexual revolution?
Or did you not know that the child identifies with the adult toy? Isn’t it your fault that many generations like American and European girls, like Barbie, are different? The revolutionary did not regret the children of other races: there is a black Barbie, there is an Asian Barbie, be they wrong. And what handlers? The process went, and how. Net commerce – stamped and stamped. And now stamped for our Barbie and husband – Ken (on behalf of the real Barbara’s brother).
The brand is staked out, and Ken also freely changes his race. There, however, difficulties with piping appeared: at first they made the husband a barely perceptible tubercle, but the church yelled and began to stamp Ken in the obligatory shorts. Without bumps. But then what kind of husband is he, sorry, gay?
But the hillocky girl, already with the Barbish girl, will still search! Oh, so she sharpened her totem idol. Is it fair to leave our revolutionary breast, and the boy neutered? (Now look at how our hypocrisy is sobering up the purity of Peruvian children – let’s poke our nose!). I will not intentionally tell you about the crazy sales volume and about the crazy profits of the child molesters – dirty money there.