Did the toys you played with as a child have any effect on what you turned out to be in adult life? This question is bound to arise after reading on the 'Huffington Post' article on the 14 Worst Toys for Girls which includes photos of such santa sack delights like Pole Dancing Dolly, Totally Tatoo (doll) and my absolute favourite, My Cleaning Trolley complete with Wet Floor Sign or was that a wet parents sign. Would a pole dancing dolly convert an innocent toddler into a 'call me' late night pole polishing princess or just prove to be a toy with a very limited scope of entertainment given that dolly's legs don't actually bend (a much needed requirement for doing the mambo with a metal pole). And WHO WOULD BUY THIS ANYWAY? I question if toys are capable of significant life changing direction I would have found myself living in a tin house with only 3 walls and my only friends would be people that resembled eggs weighted at the bottom so they don't fall down. Little girls and boys whilst liking to imitate mums and dads surely can't make life choices based on playing with a mere plastic item. Or perhaps these items really are sophisticated early learning tools. And for the boys, how about an early learning beer can set or a boys own practice divorce filing kit? Just because the baby likes playing with the saucepans don't make him masterchef. Don't make his dad that either come to think of it.
I wish you hadn't put that up, it's taken me back to one Christmas when I was given a full cowgirl outfit including hat and gun. For the life of me I can't remember what became of it but the tragedy remains in photographs.
ReplyDeleteThe pain lingers.
I bet you wish you could still wear it now though!!!
ReplyDeleteThe christmas when I was six, I was given a pram and a doll. I wanted a bike. I grew up to have four kids. But before the kids I rode a motor bike for a couple of years.
ReplyDeleteI got given a huge doll called Rosey when I was three and promptly scribbled on her forehead with texta. I wanted my own set of golf clubs
ReplyDelete....and no, I didn't grow up to be a child abuser or a golf thank choc!
Not in a million years River. I was always a Celtic princess, long gowns and velvet and ivy in my hair. I was never Annie Oakley.
ReplyDeleteSorry that should be Lorna, not River.
ReplyDeleteAnyway the outfit even had fringing, white fringing. Pass me a bucket.