**Disclaimer: I received a special gift bag at the event. I was not compensated in any other way. All opinions are my own.**
I have never been a huge fan of Barbie. Even as a little girl, though I was plenty girly, something about Barbie’s blond, manicured faux-perfection didn’t speak to me. I had a token doll or two, but most of them suffered drastic hair cuts and strange homemade fashions before being relegated to the bottom of the toy box.
Fast forward to college and graduate school, where, before doing another couple of degrees in education I focused on feminist drama. I wrote a thesis on Eve Ensler and The Vagina Monologues, a girly guerrilla girl who is definitely not a Barbie Girl.
Fast forward a whole bunch of years later to me as a mom of not a only a son, but a daughter as well. I railed about how I would never have a Barbie doll in my house and about how no princess paraphernalia would ever cross my doorstep.
My daughter is now 4, in that glittery, girly, “I want everything ‘pinkandpurple'” kind of way.
I had what some people might consider a ridiculous inner struggle when I received a PR invite to visit Barbie’s Dream House on her stop in Manhattan. If I took my daughter to enjoy an afternoon of fashionable Barbie fun would I be resigning her to a lifetime of peroxide and uncomfortable shoes? I took a deep breath and plunged in…and, despite some pretty nasty rainy weather, we had a blast. My daughter got to walk a runway in a magenta boa, design her own barbie dress, build part of a MegaBloks Barbie Dreamhouse and get her face painted. I even enjoyed it a little 😉
And, excited as she was to play with Barbie and hear about how she is looking for a new Dream House, you know what my daughter said on the way home? “Mommy, how can Barbie run and play with those tiny pointy feet?” I don’t think I have much to worry about 🙂
To find out if Barbie will be stopping in your neighborhood, go check out her tour information at barbieismoving,com .
How do you feel about Barbie?