Stealth Bomber Barbie: Daughters, Dolls, and the Question of Self-Image
A parenting lesson in high heels and a short skirt.
A moment that I had thought about, prepared for, dreaded, and denied for the better part of 20 years arrived this weekend when Barbie crossed our threshold in her 1/4” stilettos clutched by my 3-year-old daughter’s hands.
We have a "marble jar" system in our house to remind me and my husband to use positive reinforcement whenever possible. The kids get a marble every time they do something we’d like to see continue (e.g., share, get dressed, not kill each other), and when the jar is full, they are entitled to something of their choosing.
After months of working toward their goal, they proudly topped off their jars last week, so my husband took them to Target over the weekend for their big reward. When they got home, my daughter rushed into the house—Target bag in hand—with a look of pure elation on her face. "Mommy! Mommy! Look what I got!" She reached into the bag for the big reveal (“Ta-daaaaa!”), and that’s where my memory starts to get fuzzy.
For context, I need to go back a bit. Okay, way back to the arrival of Malibu Barbie at the birthday party celebrating my six years on Earth. They say the memories that have significant emotions attached to them will be those that are etched on your brain forever, and let me tell you: I remember everything about her. I remember where I sat as I took her out of the box and gawked at her perfectly straight, perfectly shiny, long, blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I remember that beautiful blue bikini that, when pulled back, revealed magnificent tan lines. Oh, to have Malibu Barbie’s tan! Right then and there, she was my favorite.
As the years went by, more Barbies came onto the scene, but none with the impact of Malibu. And before long, all the Barbies were all relegated to the bath toy bin in a giant tangle of legs and hair, not an ounce of clothing among them. As I matured, I followed a more progressive path, recognized the impact of the media on girls’ and women’s self-image, and even wrote my high school thesis on the depiction of women in children’s literature. A few more years went by, and I was marching with the National Organization for Women in Washington.
I had Barbies as a child and turned out alright. So why all the fuss?
Somewhere between Malibu’s arrival and my involvement with NOW, I decided it was time to start worrying about my appearance. Do I want my daughter to start dieting in 4th grade like I did? Absolutely not. Do I have only Malibu and her posse to thank for the high incidence of eating disorders—not to mention melanoma—among girls and women? I’d be naïve if I said it was her fault alone. But it's easy to blame Barbie. I mean, just look at her.
I could make a giant list of how Barbie represents what is wrong with the way women and girls are valued in our culture, but what she really represents to me in this moment is something I thought I could keep from my daughter. I had hoped to shelter her from those messages for as long as possible, and I thought I had more time. I have been so busy fending off the Disney princesses that Barbie slipped in like a stealth bomber.
Like so many other experiences of parenting, this was yet another lesson in the illusion of control and protection. When I came to after the big reveal, I quickly realized this was not something that could go back to the store. My daughter was so excited and absolutely couldn’t wait to get her out of the box. The afternoon went on with a number of shoe removals and replacements and princess make-believe. Things reached a low point when I discovered my daughter trying to take the scissors to her new friend’s hair. (Really? Already?)
To my relief, by day's end, Barbie was discarded in a corner somewhere, hopefully not having done any significant damage.
Jenni Pompi
11:05 am on Wednesday, February 8, 2012
I also had Barbies as a child and went on to double major in women's studies and march with the Feminist Majority and NOW. The truth is, I did not take my cues about how women should look and how they should dress and behave from my dolls; I took those cues from my feminist mother. This is not to say that the dolls, or the media in general, had NO impact; just that the actual flesh and blood women in my life had MORE impact. I'm willing to be the same will be true for your daughter.
Christa Schmidt
8:41 pm on Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Jenni, I completely agree (and am duly relieved). Thanks for reading!
Jenni Pompi
11:09 am on Wednesday, February 8, 2012
And, great article!
Sonia Dasgupta
11:14 am on Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Hey Christa -
Great piece! I had a ton of Barbies when I was younger, all blonde, all blue-eyed and obviously quite different than how my family or I looked with our dark hair and skin. I remember how excited I was when I was in 4th or 5th grade and they decided to come out with an international Barbie doll collection— one being from India in a sari and more like the women in my family. I'm glad now that they have Barbies from all over the world with a variety of hair colors, eye colors and professions. However, she has remained quite skinny over the years. Hopefully they'll have Barbies soon that reflect women more realistically.
Pachacutec
3:09 pm on Wednesday, February 8, 2012
I'm SO bemused by the symbolism people read into every little thing nowadays. We're talking about a doll, for goodness sakes. If that doll has more influence on a child than the parents do, that's a BIG set of problems that can't be blamed on Barbie. I am so glad I came up in the 50's, when kids could play with dolls, cars, trucks, stuffed animals, etc.,they could pretend, and no one got all bent out of shape about how it would affect their adult lives. Poor kids can't just be kids anymore.
Cam
11:47 am on Thursday, February 9, 2012
It's so much more than 'just a doll.' That doll has a specific shape, which includes outrageous proportions that young girls...regardless of what their parents tell them...think they have to emulate in order to be pretty and accepted among their peers and with boys. http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45543000/gif/_45543032_barbie_comparison466.gif That doll has encouraged anorexia/bulemia and self hatred among girls. THAT is the sad fact, because THAT is what steals childhood away.
Christian James
3:53 pm on Wednesday, February 8, 2012
My daughter is the same age. As a feminist dad I wouldn't have encouraged Barbies but I haven't discouraged it either.
Our favorite doll of hers might be the surfer/mermaid Barbie. It seems to me somewhat positive since it's vaguely athletic. But it's so much fun that my son, her little brother, likes to play with it too.
Polly
6:41 am on Thursday, February 9, 2012
As a mom to a son only (now an adult), I can truly empathize with your feelings. When my son was a young I was adamant about no guns or any other type of violent toys. I very quickly learned that little boys can make a gun out of darn near anything if they want to and the less attention I gave it the better. When he would go to the many yardsales in OG with my mother he would often come home with a bag of Barbie type dolls. Playing with those dolls taught him nurturing skills. When he was about 4 years old he wanted a "kitchen", so I bought him one. He loved fixing dinner for me with all his fake food. And to this day he loves to cook, only with real food now. He was never one for Tonka trucks, etc.
Of course there are limits we set as parents, but, I for one am happy for the great life skills these "girlie" type toys taught him and I wouldn't change a thing if I had it to do over.
Rick Hudson
12:13 pm on Thursday, February 9, 2012
I have to agree with Jenni's point that it is more about parents influence then anything else.
Being a guy I can only speak on the guy things I grew up with. grew up in a home where hunting was a near weekly hobby. I saw plenty of violence on TV. I played with GI Joes, Star Wars and Rambo. I had more toy guns then you could shake a stick at (the Star Wars blasters were the best). The only time I played with Barbies was when I was dimebering them, which I did for the pleasure of irritating my sister. It did not mold me into a serial killer or even a violent person.
Pachacutec
12:43 pm on Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sorry, but I still maintain it is just a doll; yes, there might be a few girls who will see this doll and feel that they MUST imitate her because she is "the ideal;" but how many other millions and millions of children over the years have played with this doll and NOT had problems with body image, etc? It's like saying a child who plays video games is going to go out and shoot his neighbors. However, that seems to be the attitude in our society anymore, "if my kid turns out bad, it's the fault of everybody else, certainly nothing I did wrong as a parent." Very, very sad.
Pamela Torro
1:19 pm on Thursday, February 9, 2012
I agree. I grew up watching old Betty Boop cartoons (also a disproportionate figure) and playing with Barbies and did not develop body image issues. I also spent a lot of time playing outside in the neighborhood which also seems to be discouraged nowadays due to danger etc. The responsibility to raise a good child should always be put on the parents and what they teach and not on what toys they play with or television shows they watch.
Pachacutec
2:22 pm on Thursday, February 9, 2012
I'd forgotten about good old Betty Boop!! Actually, if people are going to place blame for young girls having distorted ideas about their body image, I would say that current female celebrities are probably more of an influence than dolls. As i said earlier, I came up back in the 50's and females in movies and on tv shows were, on the whole, NOT as thin as so many famous women nowadays. But I really feel sad when I see SO many actresses, TV stars, etc., whose ribs and collarbones are sticking out, and think that girls edging into puberty think that's the way THEY should be. Here again, parents need to step up and be PARENTS to their children and try to instill a sense of self-worth and make their kids feel proud of who THEY are.