Showing posts with label Toys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toys. Show all posts

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Vote for Your Favortie Toy

The National Toy Hall of Fame wants you to vote for your favorite toy for the 2013 induction.

This year's nominee's are:



 
 
I voted for Little Green Army Men. So far Chess has gotten 3% of the vote, probably homeschooled dorks.

 
 

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Is Barbie Over the Hill?

At 48 is she an 'old-hag'?

According to Sean McGowan, an industry analyst, Bratz has now captured 40 per cent of the fashion-doll market, compared with Barbie's 60 per cent. Chuck Scothon of Mattel's girls division admits, 'The competition has changed. There's no denying it.'

Bratz dolls have large heads and skinny bodies. Their almond-shaped eyes are tilted up at the edges and adorned with thick crescents of eyeshadow.

Their lips are lush and pillowy, glossed to a candy-apple sheen and rimmed with dark lip liner. They look like pole dancers on their way to work.

Bratz dolls don't have Barbie's pin-up-girl measurements - they're not as busty and they're shorter. But their outfits include halter-neck tops, faux-fur armlets and ankle-laced stiletto sandals, and they wear the sly, dozy expression of a party girl after too many mojitos.


Barbie hasn't been replaced by Bratz yet but in just 6 years since they were introduced, they are closing in on her. 125 million of them have been sold so far. What is this country coming to? Barbie is as American as Apple Pie and Viagra. And what has this blog come to that I’m putting up a post defending Barbie?

While the Bratz don't have the perfect figures of Barbie, they have a much trashier look. If Barbie is a high-priced escort service girl than Bratz are more of a streetwalker type of girl. Barbie is Champagne and Bratz are Budweiser. Barbie is filet mignon and Bratz are ground round. Barbie is my wife’s blog and Bratz are my blog. Who would have thought Barbie would be the classy one. She was considered risqué when I was growing up. Having a naked Barbie lying around the house was a near occasion of sin.


I just wonder if Bratz' heads pop-off just as easily as Barbie's? Switching my sisters' Barbie’s heads with my GI Joes heads was a favorite pastime when I was a kid. You could entertain yourself for hours doing this. If this got boring I would have GI Joe beat the pretty off of Ken’s face and run off with Barbie to Barbados. And once that got old I would give Barbie a Sigourney Weaver in Aliens, head-shave. All this might explain the wedding gown wearing post and my weekly sessions with the therapist.

As far as I know my girls (and please dear Lord not my boys) don’t have any Bratz. I’m not sure if we even have any Barbie’s in the house. I’ll have to check with the Honey. The boys and I could have lots of fun the next rainy day.


Racy in 1968



Racy in 2008