Two things happened today, at one thrift shop, that I had to write about.
The first is about Barbies. Yes, those plastic, unrealistic, ugly dolls. I loved them growing up, and I don’t have any vendetta against them. However my daughter wasn’t suppose to like them. Hell, she loves them.
I didn’t want her to have any role models or influences that were so physically what society forces us to believe is perfect. The fact of the matter is Autumn is beautiful, but she will never look like barbie. In this era we are in, kids are molded to become mini marketing billboards, and are so focused on outter beauty. I told every person in my family; “buy her dolls, cars, puzzles, batman (she loves batman stuff), mega bloks, but for the love of God no Barbies.” And for the first time ever, they listened and holidays/birthday was Barbie free.
Cut scene to thrift store today- she found a barbie car and barbies. Now, I know Terrance’s mom has some she plays with already but I didn’t realize how much she LOVES them. She shreiked in excitement. I had to buy them for her.
And I realized, I didn’t push a gender specific toy on my child, she wanted it. She enjoys the clothes, hair, and most of all, the car. As long as I am a strong role model of positive body image, she shouldn’t have any problem.
It just reminds me that society will be ugly- forever and always. It’s my job to show her how to ignore it. To be a part of society but not become it.
Also- Savannah was not a happy camper in the thrift shop, so after a few minutes of her being inconsolable, we pushed our baskets to the front to leave. We were standing at the counter, literally, waiting to pay when this lady walks up to -me- even though I am not the one holding Savannah, and says “I’m really starting to get a headache can you get that baby to shut up!?” To which I responded “Maybe you should stay home if things that are loud in public hurt your head.”
Honestly, I wanted to say meaner words, because here we are LEAVING the store, and you decide to make a rude comment? We were not done shopping but decided to cut the trip short because we knew it was getting ridiculous. We were not ignoring her and letting her scream, we were holding her and trying to get her to stop.
Ugh. I never. I’ve said things to parents who were abusing their children, but dammit, kids cry! Get over it.