I admit it, the Christmas Crazies have alright hit me. I’m trying to make sure I have all the “special” gifts taken care of for the kiddos and one of JavaGirl’s special gifts this year includes a Fisher Price Loving Family dollhouse (thank goodness she is too young to read this blog) and that means that she needs the people to go with it. She believes that all little girls with pigtails are HER — even though she will rarely actually let me PUT her hair into pigtails — so when I saw this daughter doll, I really wanted to get it for her. However, JavaGirl is a brown-eyed brunette, and apparently in Fisher Price Land, no such girl exists. Also, much to my chagrin, the big brother doll is a brunette, and JavaGirl’s brother — JavaBoy — is actually a blue-eyed blond.
Now let me explain — I myself am a brown-eyed girl who grew up with weird streaky hair that was light brown with lots of blonde streaks. I had a blonde mother and a blonde sister (with blue and green eyes respectively) and had zillions of blonde Barbie dolls. I never did find a doll that looked like me (although oddly enough, my nickname in high school was “Barbie Doll” which I think had to do more with my, um, development than hair color). Granted, this was not nearly the doll-identity-crisis that girls of other ethnicities face, but it did bother me. The funny twist of fate on that was that when JavaDad and I got married, I had a hard time finding a cake topper (I wanted the traditional bride and groom type of topper) because by then I had gone to full blonde and JavaDad is dark-haired and apparently the wedding cake topper people think blondes only marry blonds and brunettes marry brunets. You do not even want to KNOW how many cake toppers I looked at and even bought on eBay until I found just the right one. (And yes, I did consider painting the heads of some of them to be the right color combination.)
But I digress…
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