As a child of the 80s, having been subjected to movies like Chucky, Dolls, and Puppet Master, somewhere along the way, I was positive my dolls awoke at night and were trying to murder me. Despite that, I really really wanted-had-to-have a Cabbage Patch Kids Doll (it’s the 80s version of Elmo, as a matter of fact CPK’s were the first must-have toy), my mother staunchly refused. And proceeded to horrify me with tales of possessed Cabbage Patch Kids harming their little “adoptive” parent. That was the big appeal of Cabbage Patch, they came with birth certificates. (Hmmmm, I just realized Cabbage Patch Kids may have contributed to the high number of single parents in America…whaaaat…I think I’m on to something).
Check out one of my favorite sites: http://www.snopes.com. It’s my absolute fave urban legend site and according to them, the legend going around at the time and apparently came out on the National Enquirer (which I totally remember my mother used to read) was that Cabbage Patch dolls were coming to life and strangling their owners. It detailed the experiences of a number of women longing for babies of their own who adopted the toys and pretended they were real. Satan possessed the dolls, naturally, anything possessed by satan is up to no good.
Anyway, back to my story: after my mother’s stories that happened to a friend of a friend, or some cousin I hardly knew, my emotions were torn: I wanted this toy, but what if it were true? Needless to say, I never adopted a Cabbage Patch Kid, and I have never gotten over my fear of dolls, which is called Pediophobia, by the way. Yeah, that’s right, you can learn something on my blog. It’s also common for pediophobes to be afraid of only specific types of dolls. Like me, I fear dolls, especially those where the eyes suddenly come open, and porcelain dolls, clown dolls, those new Baby Alive Dolls (really, toy industry, really?) and probably several others.
But I was never afraid of Barbie, at one time I actually had and played with 14 Barbies. They were all lesbians because my mother wouldn’t buy me a Ken doll. I have this one childhood memory that always makes me chuckle: I’m looking up at my mom asking Why can’t I have a Ken doll? And my mother just saying over and over, No, you can’t have a boy doll. And I whine: But why not? Imagine my dismay when I finally got my hands on one of my friend’s dolls and undressed him and…..nothing. What was the big deal? Oh my God, that was just like my real first sexual encounter. Just kidding. So yeah, I cut the hair of a few of my Barbies and et viola…instant boyfriend.
Enough about me. Whilst stumbling, I came upon some pictures that appealed to my dark side and love of all things Barbie. The photos are by Marie Clayton, who I can’t find much info on, but love love love her work. I think you will too. Check it out: The Dark side of Barbie. For more of her work check out her site: http://www.thephotographymarielclayton.com/#!