Well, damn.
That’s my response to this chapter.
Just two words.
Who would have thought that so much thought went into the
marketing of so-called princesses? The thought that some brands of dolls, like
American Girl dolls, which supposedly fight girlie-girl culture, actually
perpetuate it, is scary. I admit I wanted an American Girl doll when I was
younger. My best friend had one, and it looked exactly like her: medium length,
straight, dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, it even came with the same outfit that
she was wearing. Wouldn’t it be so cool to have a mini-me to play with and
dress up? I thought so.
The point Orenstein makes about the materialism of American
Girl dolls, however, is very valid. As a little girl, I was more fixated on my
friend’s doll’s appearance than on the book that came with it. I honestly did
not even remember the doll came with a story until Orenstein talked about it.
So, whether purposefully or not, American Girl indeed failed at teaching that a
girl’s actions are more important than how she looks, or, at least, I didn’t
learn that from them.
One part that rubbed me the wrong way was when Orenstein
described a conversation she had with some mothers at her daughter’s day care. Mara,
one of the mothers, said, speaking about her daughter and son, “A reward for
her is ‘You look so pretty, you look so beautiful.’ People tell her that all
the time, and we do, too. We tell him,
‘You’re so smart.’” While reading the passage, I did not understand why I got
angry, but now, thinking back on it, I think the reason was that Mara was perpetuating
the old, segregated characteristics of male and female, assuming that girls
needed to be pretty and boys smart. You know, Mara, what if a girl wants to be
smart for a change? And boys? Boys can be pretty and handsome too. Social
expectations work both ways. While girls can like pink among other colors, boys
can like all colors but pink. While girls can wear dresses, skirts, and pants,
boys can only wear pants. This reminds me of a best friend in preschool, who
was a boy. His favorite color was pink, or so he told me one day. A few days
later, when I asked him about it, he had changed his mind and denied that he
said anything about liking the color pink. I’m not sure what happened in those
few days, but quite possibly, he encountered resistance to his choice. In some
ways, social stigmas might be worse for boys than they are for girls…but then
again there are many expectations out there.
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