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Jun. 04.

Why I would welcome a plus sized Barbie

I was a little combative Friday morning. I didn’t mean to be, but Thursday night I tossed and turned most of the night. Suffice to say that when my kids woke me up? I wasn’t feeling too hot.

So while I slowly woke up,a cup (or two) of coffee in hand, I browsed Facebook. And then I saw this:

You better believe it got my mettle up. Now I’ve seen this picture for  while now, especially on Tumblr, but now it’s been popping up on my friends’ Face book walls too. I like the ad, I think it has every right to exist. Frankly, I couldn’t understand what Barbie Inc. had against it. I mean isn’t making this ad go away telling everyone that what the ad is implying is true?

 Isn’t the company that made the ad go away saying,”Yes, we personally put an image out there that is both unrealistic and harmful to the psyches of young girls, but we don’t want you to think about that?”

 It seemed like it  just couldn’t  be true so I researched it a little.

It turned out that Barbie Inc. didn’t in fact stop this ad campaign from running. They didn’t ban the ads, they issued The Body Shop a cease and desist order. Dreamtime Drinne talks about this brilliantly on her blog  so I’m not going to go over why it’s a little unfair that the recirculation of this ad is basically lying and pissing women off. I won’t go into how I don’t like being sent into a rage over something that isn’t even technically true, especially when I’m too tired to think clearly.

I still think there is a bigger issue here though. Why don’t Ruby type dolls exist in the Barbie universe in the first place?

My daughters have Barbies. We bought our oldest her first Barbie when she was still a toddler and insisted that was the toy she wanted the most. Her playing with the thing consisted of gumming the feet, patting it’s head and rocking it like a baby. I don’t think she was thinking of body image at the time.

But it did bother me that when it came time for to pick a new toy and she still wanted a Barbie, that she gravitated towards the blond Barbies only. I obviously don’t have blond hair,fine whatever…but neither does she.

And even that was okay,I guess.  I myself favored red hair growing up, I may have even willed mine to turn red too. Thankfully it didn’t. My complexion and red hair would not have made good combo.

So even when I was unsuccessfully trying  push the Theresa dolls, and growing a little tired of seeing an ever increasing half dressed,blond brigade lying all over the house, body image didn’t jump out at me. I was mostly irritated that dolls in different races didn’t factor into our mix.

I think about it more now though. Especially now that I am trying to be more mindful of my eating and wondering why most of my life has been spent either very overweight, verging on anorexia or in a constant up and down state of yo-yo dieting.   

I don’t blame Barbie, but I know that when I was young she symbolized everything a girl should want to be.  She was kind of boring to me, but I understood that the fact that she was boring to me made me strange. Who among the girls I grew up with didn’t want the penthouse, the corvette, millions of shiny clothes and the perfect boyfriend? It was implied that people who looked like her got to have this lifestyle. (I mean even the pregnant Barbie doll was slim all over except for her round baby carrying tummy!) It’s not realistic. And even though it’s a toy for fantasy play she is representing a human, right? Barbie isn’t an alien from another planet, she’s one of us. Or one of us, but “better”.

I think the company handled this situation the wrong way. What if  instead of trying to fight the Body Shop campaign Barbie Inc. had say, taken the opportunity to add a new doll to their line? A doll that didn’t have a “perfect” figure?   What if they tried to make at least one of their dolls more representative of regular people for richer imaginative play?

Why does thin have to be the only way we should accept ourselves and others?  The thought that any of us have the right to look down on someone based on their weight or their looks is wrong.  A company that won’t even think on ways to change this mindset, which they may have had a hand in shaping,even if just a little bit, should rethink their stance.

I’d like to teach my daughters to see the beauty in people of all sizes. I’d like that to not be an uphill battle.

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May. 19.

The World is Ending this Saturday

Well….not exactly. But according to Harold Campingthat’s when the Rapture and the beginning of the Apocalypse will take place.

I’ve mentioned this before, but I was raised Baptist so I’ve heard about the Rapture. For those who believe in it, it’s when the true believers of Christ get taken up into heaven so that they don’t have to go through the Tribulation or the End Times or the Apocalypse, it’s known by a lot of names.

If you don’t believe in Christ or you are a believer who has fallen a bit in your faith you don’t get taken up. You stay here, you go through the scary stuff mentioned in the book of Revelation. A time when believers have to live hidden and in fear because they face heavy persecution during these times. A time when people take the mark of the beast or find it hard to live.

Here’s the thing though. We don’t all believe in the Rapture. I? I don’t believe in it. I’ve never read anything in the Bible that has led me to believe in it. I’ve read the passages(Matthew 25 among others) that people who believe in it point to in order to back up the Rapture…but I just don’t take those passages to mean that.

My mother though? Absolutely believes in the Rapture. We choose to disagree and we leave it at that. This being said if I told her about this supposed event taking place on Saturday she wouldn’t believe it. Most people who believe in the Rapture also believe that it will come “like a thief in the night” without warning, without a chance to be prepared. This is why they live their lives in a way which means that they are always prepared.

And if I believed in the Rapture this is  what I would believe too. We aren’t supposed to know when things like this will happen, that’s what the purpose of faith is.

Furthermore, this isn’t the first time Mr. Camping has predicted this event would happen. September 6,1994 was also a date predicted to be doomsday prior to this. He now says that date was wrong because he hadn’t had enough tme to study the bible carefully.

Here’s the thing though. I don’t mind Harold Camping or those people who agree with him believing the end of the world will begin this Saturday. I worry about those followers who have sold all of their belongings and quit jobs because of their beliefs. I wonder what will happen if this day isn’t what they think it is. What will come of their beliefs if that happens?

 It’s another example of why I feel like Christians should make sure to read their Bibles thoroughly always and be led by prayer. Why I feel like we should make sure that we are followers of Christ and not any human and possibly failable man.

 This is just my opinion, I’m not an expert or a theologian.  I wouldn’t even call myself a good Christian, I am always taking missteps. (All of us do, by the way, but some of us are more sure-footed then others I think.)

 I’m not a judger of Mr Camping or those who are taking his lead. And it’s never a bad thing to be right with God. After all Rapture or not we never know when our number is up.

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May. 03.

Remember when we all had royal fever over here?

Yeah, that. Even amid news of horrible tornadoes and other natural disasters, even though Texas had been surrounded by wild fires for a week and a half.

It was a nice diversion. I’m a southern Baptist by upbringing,and as such, let me tell you- when three or four disasters happen after another  you start feeling like it’s the end of the world as you know it. No joke.

 So I watched the royal wedding, I may have even not slept in order to watch the royal wedding and I let myself get excited about it.

I loved all of it. From the people arriving in their tasteful or remarkably not tasteful hat atrocities(and I geniuniely liked the hat atrocities more then the tasteful but boring hats) to the arrival of Prince Harry’s main squeeze.    And I waited and waited to see what Kate Middleton’s wedding dress would look like. The dress was the thing. And she picked fantastically, she was perfection. My oldest daughter woke up in time(I might’ve nudged her a little)  to see the princess-to-be make that long and well done drive, never letting her smile or wave falter. My youngest daughter and husband woke up in time to see her walk down the aisle. She looked so happy, Prince William looked so happy. I thought they looked young and in love and afterward slightly bored but cheeky as they waited to walk out of the abbey as husband and wife.

And I wrote this post in my head with other not mentioned details and planned to post it on Monday.

And then Osama Bin Laden’s death shook the world. And writing about a royal wedding just then didn’t seem to fit, as least not yet.

Of course I learned about it from tumblr first, if I still twittered that would’ve been my source. But we quickly switched the news on and we watched as the camera cut to people celebrating in the streets and reports of fireworks being set off in honor of the occassion. And I got goosebumps.

Because it reminded me of seeing clips of those against us celebrating the same way when the twin towers fell down. Completely different circumstances, of course I know that, but the images were so similar.

I am not saying Osama Bin Laden should not have been killed. His actions made this the only possible result. He was a dangerous man, a horrible person and I am glad, quite frankly, that he won’t be able to endanger the lives of others anymore.

But I did not feel like setting off fireworks, I did not feel like dancing or yelling in the streets when I heard he was dead. I don’t think the loss of a life should ever be celebrated in that way. I think we can acknowledge that we are happy that he is gone and leave it at that. I think we should not get too boisterious just yet because there are likely more like him out there just waiting for their chance to be the  next Osama Bin Laden. I think those people would use the images of Americans celebrating in the streets at Bin Laden’s death to fuel their agenda. That thought keeps me sober, that thought scares me when I think on it too much.

So I don’t. I try to think on what is good now instead. And I pray that the war will be over soon, because my nephew is set to deploy overseas again. And this will be his third time to serve in a very hostile, dangerous place. I am scared for him.

Bring our troops home and then you better believe you’ll see me dancing in the streets.

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