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Barbie...the doll, not the Australian version of a braai

A very long time ago, I said silly things like 'no daughter of mine will ever wear pink'. I saw other mommies smiling at me and thought that I will show them, well, we all know how that turned out for me.  Luka has only pink things, the only exceptions being purple and a pair of blue jeans...

Next crazy statement, 'barbie is such a bad role-model for a girl, I would rather die than have my daughter play with one', Well guess what...Luka is ten months old and she got her first barbie look alike doll today at K-Mart.  She chose it herself and the two of them are inseparable.   How did this happen, how am I managing to raise such a typical girl?  She is supposed to be gender neutral and pro-choice and a hundred other things. 

You see, I think despite Freud, Erika Jong and all the rest of it, women are genetically pre-disposed to love pretty things, and barbie and pink just are too pretty to resist.  Luka is a real girl, she loves playing with dolls and I love dressing her in pretty pink things, so both of us are guilty on that count.  

Luka is about to take a nap,so I really have to go, I need to see that fake barbie is ok, and that her ballet slippers are on the right way ok ;)

Here in Sydney, the poor thing is probably called 'baaaaaaabie' though, as in bbq, without any r's.

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