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Unlike other girls her age, Elizabeth didn’t play with dolls. She read comic books. She liked the stories, the art work, but most of all, she like the masks. Her passion for masks stayed with her all her life. What will she discover as she gets older about the power of masks?
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
As a young girl, I didn’t play with Barbie dolls. It wasn’t a political choice. I wasn’t offended by the supposed socio-sexual demands the tiny waisted, big boobed, doll put on women. It was a doll. Like other dolls. Dolls are perfect, dolls are ideals. No one plays with dolls to delve deeply into reality. Ask Disney, they couldn’t sell a Quasimodo doll to save their Mickey lovin’ lives. Why? Because he was an ugly hunchback. Sure, he could sing but what little girl wants to tote around a hideous doll?
Dolls are not for reality. Dolls are for fantasy. The perfect baby dolls that gurgle and poop in sweet smelling jells that your mom concocts for you in the kitchen. That shit is edible. Does anyone ever complain about the mind warping insanity we’re pushing on little girls by allowing them to believe the semi fluid that squirts out a human anus is ever sweet smelling or edible? Nope, but let’s pillory Barbie because she’s an easy target.
