Barbie Come Home!
By Rahima Baldwin Dancy
Not long ago a mother was lamenting that her young daughter wanted a Barbie doll and was having absolute fits at the toy store. I turned to my adult daughter, who happened also to be present for this conversation and said, "That's funny-you never asked me to buy you a Barbie doll." "Mah-ahm," she replied in two syllables, rolling her eyes. "I wouldn't have been that dumb!" (Parents take note: children choose their battles and know where the loopholes are; even as a young child, she knew a futile case when she saw one and wasn't going to waste her energy). "Besides," she added. I could always play with them at Melanie's. She had ten of them!" Fair enough.
My rejection of Barbie--with its unspoken, "Not in this house ... "-even predated my involvement with Waldorf. As a homebirth midwife in the 1970s, I was part of a growing nationwide community that has always regarded Barbie as an insidious contributor to the rising cesarean rate, which is now close to 30%. I mean, Barbie is a cesarean waiting to happen! Think about the size of that waist and pelvis and the messages American women are giving their daughters! A midwife in the Seattle area actually went so far as to make a hilarious video called "Barbie Has a Home Birth," complete with hot tub, chux pads and the memorable line from Barbie while nursing her newborn: "Now I finally know what these things are for!" We rolled with laughter when it was shown at a national gathering of midwives and childbirth activists.
Becoming involved with Waldorf education, I discovered a whole other community that rejected Barbie as inappropriate for young children, for many reasons. Not only was she made of hard plastic with platinum hair, but her huge breasts and romantic interests started the slippery slope that has now resulted in the "tween" culture, girls between 8 and 12 who are now being sold clothing and activities that used to be reserved for teenagers.
Raising my children in Ann Arbor, Michigan, there were even more groups who were anti-Barbie. The feminists and the dancers, who decried the effects of advertising on girls' relationship to body image and eating disorders, would often feature Barbie in modern dance and other multi-media presentations to raise consciousness in this area. In Ann Arbor there were signs that said, "Nuclear-Free Zone," and I always half-way expected to see ones that read, "Barbie-Free Zone." That's how strong and how sure of ourselves we were.
After our children were grown, my husband and I moved to the Sacramento area. One summer day we were stopped at a light in the little red Miata of his midlife crisis. The top was down, he was holding and latte, and my blond hair was streaming. A bunch of teenagers in an SUV stopped next to us and one of them called out, "Look! It's Barbie and Ken!" I shrieked in disbelief: me, of all people! Talk about self-satire.
Then, a few years ago, everything changed when I saw ads for the Bratz dolls. It turns out we didn't know when we were well off. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. These are teen dolls with attitude! And are they UGLY! If you haven't come across them yet, look at the advertising section from any of the toy stores in your local newspaper. Whoa! What happened?? And these nasty creatures have recently surpassed Barbie as the number-one-selling doll in America, a crown she has held since 1957. "Barbie come home," I moaned weakly. "All is forgiven!"
--Rahima Baldwin Dancy

I'm old enough to have been lucky enough to have the original Barbies. And when I was a kid you had one Barbie and lots of clothes. Nowadays Barbie is pretty trashy and you have to buy a new Barbie doll for every new outfit! The clothes are cheap and trashy, no real zipers, buttons, etc. It's all velcro and synthetic. I had to get rid of Barbie in my daughter's world so we told her if she sold them in a garage sale she could buy a big girl bike. It worked!
And when I was a kid, we got Barbie when we were 8 years old, well that woudl have been 1961, so maybe it was even older...10 years old? We spent hours and hours playing with Barbie, Midge, Skipper and Ken. I wish my daughter could have had the fun of Barbie at an older age like I did but you won't catch a 10 year old playing Barbie now!
I still have my old Barbies and they are worth a lot of money....the clothes are worth more than the dolls! Too bad Barbie had to become a tramp!
Karen