Ho Ho Ho Bags
The Bratz have infiltrated our home, and quite stealthfully I might add. They’re sneaky bitches. Beware!
A very good friend of ours stayed with us early this week en route to visit his parents in Illinois. He always brings the girls presents and Caitlin wanted to open her present immediately. She ripped open the wrapping paper and was thrilled to find a bracelet kit…a Bratz bracelet kit. She sat at the kitchen table Monday afternoon and carefully made a beautiful beaded bracelet and although I helped her get started, she finished it with just a few bouts of “I CAN’T DO IT MOMMY!” and it is quite lovely. Thankfully the bracelet itself is Bratz bling free. I guess they could have included a mini Bratz doll charm, but I’m not crying over that omission. It’s funny because she immediately shouted “Bratz mommy!!” when she saw the box the bracelet kit came in. I was surprised because I have no idea where she’s seen the Bratz except for a few snippets of commercials on TV. (The Bratz marketing team just shouted a collective, “Woot!”)
I know many people frown down upon Barbie and her very marketable, but unrealistic portrayal of beauty, but we are talking about dolls, not real people. I will, however, take Barbie over the Bratz any day. At least Barbie looks like Miss America or maybe a Christie Brinkley double/California type beauty, not someone down on the corner waiting to turn a trick or a future porn star.
As a child of the 1970s and early 1980s, I can’t recall any dolls that compare to the Bratz sensation although eyebrows were raised over the whole gang of hippies riding around town in a psychadelic van craving Scooby snacks. What were they smoking in that van?
