A REGAL doll???
that sounds so elitist!!!!
I bet you weren't a dollplayer. I hated dolls. I did bad things to them.
I wasn't as bad as X, though, who was sort of the Son of Sam of dollowners. I doubt she will admit publicly what she did to her dolls. But I know.
Did dolls, the appeal of them, just BAFFLE you???
Now I did like paperdolls, but that was because they were grown up and could go on adventures, but dolls--- were so DEPENDENT. They demanded feeding, and changing, and attention. Even Barbie with those horrible little shoes and her teeny combs and hats.
You could cut glass with those breasts.
Now, Croc, I am compelled to admit that I never had navy kneesocks with flowers woven into them. It hurts me to admit this. I feel deprived. I blame my mother, of course, who should have seen to this, but there it is. SHe gave me piano lessons instead, I guess.
Ammo just came in and read this and said, Mom, what are you talking about?
Which is a good question.
Fitting in. You know, I did fit in. (I was a cheerleader for heaven's sake!) I was raised to fit in. And I don';t think it was a really good thing. Unless you were born to fit in, which I wasn't.
Or does everyone feel like that?
Like what?
Huh?
I think I'm starting to sound like Gaugs. |
