Books, Music and Film

Happy Black History Month, & My Favorite American Girl Doll

In the 90s, everyone knew about the American Girl Dolls and accompanying book series. The catalogs came to every home that had a little girl, and I would spend hours pouring over the pages, taking in every detail. I had 2 favorite American Girls: Molly and Addy. I loved Molly because we were identical as you can see, and Addy specifically because we were so different. Even as a child I was fascinated by the subtle differences in eye and nose shape, hair texture, and skin tone from person to person – It’s no surprise that my favorite subject to draw or paint is still people, and when looking at other artists’ work I am heavily drawn to creations centered around figures and portraits. I never wanted any of my Barbies or other dolls to all look like me, or all look the same as each other. I was definitely NOT the girl who had a case of 5 classic blonde barbies! What was different about American girl for that time was the fact that their face sculpts and hair textures actually varied by ethnicity (first with Addy, and then later with Josefina and Kaya), whereas with Barbies and other dolls there would always be a white option or a black option, but the black doll was just the white one painted brown!

I saved up the 80 bucks for my Addy doll myself, dollars (and sometimes quarters!) at a time, doing extra chores and kid friendly odd jobs. I kept track of my progress with a special American Girl sticker chart, and when the last spot was filled I knew I’d made it!

The Addy books themselves also stood out from others in the series. The American Girls series chronicled different 10-year-old girls’ daily life as they existed during different pivotal times in American history. While they all involved a degree of challenge and hardship, Addy’s story was about her actually being held captive in slavery in the first book, and escaping with her family through the underground railroad. Though of course things were even more harrowing in real life than we could ever image, the author of Addy’s books did not hide or sugarcoat the tragedy simply because the books were aimed at children. My mom and I read them together, a chapter or two each night, and they talked about Addy being abused for not working fast enough, her older brother being whipped for speaking up for her, having to leave her baby sister behind with elderly relatives who also could not make the journey because she might make noise or cry and give them away as they were escaping. The stories honestly gave a clearer picture of injustice than lessons learned in school at the time.

American Girl still exists, though it is no longer owned by the original company. There is less focus on the history aspect, and for awhile Addy and her accompanying books and accessories were actually not available any longer, though they did bring her back by customer demand.

There is something about seeing the world through the eyes of another kid your age as they grow up in unimaginable circumstances, with problems you will never have to face. Yes, it’s just a doll and some historical fiction books but more than that it teaches empathy which is invaluable. We can hope that kids that learn how to see the world from another’s perspective will grow up to be adults with empathy as well, that aim to understand and support others through challenges that they themselves may never face, just because we are all human.

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Storytime! My First Art Job, A Very 90s-Kid Tale

The only time I ever felt 100% ‘solid’ outside of my home growing up as a kid was in art class; a real, seen person as opposed to a sort of misty vapor you may feel in the air but not give much notice – a draft that causes a door in the house to close causing a noise for just a second, this abrupt sound being the end of its impact. I wasn’t popular by any means, and though gifted academically, I had far too much social anxiety and general sense of perpetual overwhelm to be a leader. This makes it all the more curious that I managed to spearhead a short-lived fashion empire at my elementary school in my tenth year.

I didn’t have the look of an up and coming designer. I wore jeggings before there was a word for them, much to my classmates’ amusement. I suppose I was just 20 years ahead of the trends. Other than that, I typically donned a whole lot of athleisure, emphasis on the leisure part of that word because I was hopeless at sports. (Note the photo of me with my hero wearing a fake soccer uniform from the American Girl catalogue.) Despite my unassuming style, I could draw models donning original clothing that caught the eyes of the other girls in class. I drew my own fashion magazines at home all the time. When asked what I was doing one day while doodling at my desk after finishing my classwork early, I answered after a long pause, “Working on my magazine”. The next day, half the class was lining up for interviews to be on staff.

I assigned everyone departments. We even had a lingerie section, ironically drawn by the most religious girl in class. She curtly explained without being asked that the models in the hand-drawn photoshoot were married so it was ok, with a definitive huff at the end. As Editor In Chief, people were coming to me for approval and advice, and it felt good at first. They even followed my quirky rules. All text in the publication had to be written in the alien font I invented, which was a mix of Egyptian hieroglyphics and Microsoft Webdings. All were given translation keys for their convenience.

Things were going smoothly until one day, my Vice President called an emergency meeting with only the board of the Fashion Club, as we were so creatively called. A lot of members felt one of the girl’s designs just weren’t cutting it. They proposed she be ousted from the group. I gave it careful consideration, and admitted her ideas weren’t very good. She complained about having to use my specialized typography, also made clear regularly her disdain for the requirement that our designer names be our first names spelled backwards, and she lived in my neighborhood and frequently stopped over without calling first to play with my toys. I was still steamed that last time she’d visited, she spat on my Sleeping Beauty Aurora doll whose eyes close like she’s sleeping when you wet them with … well, it was supposed to be water. I’d never fired anyone before – I’d never even had a real job aside from watering the neighbor’s plants when they went on vacation. It could be fun.

The next recess, I called neighborhood girl into my office, which was behind the tallest tree on the playground. I told her directly that this wasn’t working out, expecting it to be cool. It was not cool. She called me a bitch, a word I only knew from my favorite Alanis Morrissette song, and gave me the finger, a gesture whose meaning was unclear to me at this time. Following this, she ran off sobbing uncontrollably. I felt terrible. I’d had my first real taste of power and influence, and I absolutely hated it.

The next morning, I apologized to neighborhood girl, resigned from my own publication, and faded back into obscurity as nature intended. It was way more fun spending recesses pretending to be a Pokémon anyway.

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Music and Film

Barbie Is Amazing, A Confession.

I have always loved Barbies, so I figured why not weigh in on my takeaways from the Barbie movie, everyone else is doing it. I’m one of those Barbie people that no one thinks would be a Barbie person … It reminds me of the time my first blind roommate in college didn’t tell me until about halfway through the year that she loved Hello Kitty and watching America’s Next Top Model because she thought I would hate it and judge her. As it turns out, I did indeed already love both of those things (although, let’s be real – ANTM turned out to be toxic as hell, like most reality TV). Maybe it’s because I usually look like the photo on the left when I’m not just in an oversized T-shirt, leggings and glasses, rather than the picture on the right. I owned the book I am posing with long before the Barbie movie, by the way, as well as 2 other coffee table books about Barbie. Part of me has always been a little bit embarrassed about my love for silly girly things meant for children even now as an adult, but as we will come to learn, there is not just one way to be a strong woman.

I even themed my 20th birthday party around Barbie, complete with a very low-budget DIY photo booth with flowers growing out of dreams as a prop, hence the cotton poof clouds. Very conceptual. I am dressed more like the 3rd unknown member of The Dresden Dolls than Barbie, but hey, I just wear what I like. My personal style has never been definitive.

Some minor spoilers ahead, but nothing major, nothing you wouldn’t already catch on to from the previews. I didn’t expect this movie to have any depth whatsoever, so imagine my surprise when both myself and my friend I attended with cried twice. Let’s get one thing straight right away, the visuals were eerily accurate. The sets were like being in Honey I Shrunk The Kids (haha, another 90s nostalgia reference) and walking through your Barbie playsets (Side note, I never had a Barbie house house… my Barbie had a mobile home, which was unfortunately not featured in the movie.). Even the clothes were all replicas of actual outfits throughout Barbie history. The writing was not perfect, and I felt the main “real world” human characters, a mother and daughter, were pretty flat which was a bummer as I really like America Ferrera. Still, there were some great moments with her character here and there. She’s a Mattel employee, and some of her secret “weird and depressing normal people problems” themed Barbie designs that she would never show anyone were pretty amusing. She’s a busy mom who doesn’t have a real sense of who she is, her daughter is just a girl that wears black all the time and defines herself by how angry she is and how she doesn’t like anything including her own mother, so like I said, not ground breaking character development but it’s really about the dolls anyway.

I don’t want to give a lot away, so now I’m just going to list my specific takeaways from the movie. Before I do, I have to address the outcry from grown adults who likely never played with Barbies in their life, that are just obsessed with how much they hate this movie because it’s anti-men… In this movie there is both the Barbie World and the Real World – it’s like Toy Story but with 2 parallel dimensions. In Barbie Land, women hold all positions of power; the heads on Mt. Rushmore are faces of the original Barbie (the founders haha), the Kens just kind of hang out on the beach looking attractive. They don’t even play volleyball on said beach, they cheer for the women when they play. They are quite literally just accessories, which is a riff on how kids play with Barbies. We all know we only pulled our Ken doll out when it was time for Barbie to go on a date and that’s about it. It’s also Mattel kind of making fun of itself because hasn’t Barbie held every job ever invented simultaneously for years? There are multiple comments from the dolls that are some variation of, “Barbie is responsible for fixing all of the real world’s problems because we empowered young girls to be super confident and have everything they want!”. I am not sure whether the problem is that people are taking what is made to be tongue in cheek literally, but between the little slightly sarcastic jokes there was actually a lot of depth and positive messages. It was also great to see a variety of different Barbies (and Kens) populating the land with different races, styles, sizes, abilities (though the wheelchair Barbie was never shown in any of the neighborhood scenes, probably because none of the dream houses are accessible. But moving along…). This was always one of my favorite things about Barbie… all the choices! Though different body types was not an option in the 90s yet, I was never the kid that had an arsenal of all blondes (that model, played by Margot Robbie, is lovingly referred to in the movie as “stereotypical Barbie”). Barbie was really the only doll I saw growing up with that much variation in appearance. With other dolls you only got the choice of a white doll with blonde hair and blue eyes or a black doll (usually with poker straight hair for some reason) and that was about it.

So without further ado, my takeaways from this movie were:

We need everyone. Each person has value. A society where men are in charge of everything isn’t healthy, but nor is a society where women are in charge of everything a better option. Everyone should have a voice.

Change is nessecary, even if you are living your dream life and feel like everything is perfect. Without change you don’t grow. Easy and carefree isn’t always best.

Women’s obsession with embodying and portraying perfection is killing us. The more we play along, the more society will continue to expect it. It is not our job to be everything to everyone at all times, and it’s ok to just be average.

Being a strong woman doesn’t mean you have to be unkind and purposefully intimidate others, can’t present more feminine, or can’t show transparent emotions… there are all different types of strength.

Choice feminism is crap (Choice feminism = the idea that any choice a woman makes is empowering to women simply because she is a woman and she made said choice. This is a super popular ideology right now that I just HaaAAAaate.). Again, I don’t want to give too much away, but at one point as Barbie Land gets tainted by some ideas brought back from the Real World, some Barbies that were formerly doctors and presidents may or may not start serving the Kens beers in little maid costumes and profess how this job is so much easier and so much less pressure, and it still makes them feel confident so is it really bad? I already know not everyone is going to agree with me on this one, but everything a woman does is not inherently empowering simply because she happens to be a woman. There are some choices that are just never empowering or good for women. I’m looking at you Only Fans and amateur instagram “models” posting your bare ass on the internet, but anyway… moving on.

Don’t discount your mothers. Women have a whole world inside that you know nothing about, oftentimes because you haven’t been interested in learning about it or haven’t been paying attention.

Your worth cannot be determined by your relationship to other people. Whether you have a good or bad day, a good or bad life cannot be dependent on how other people react to you and interact with you.

Overall, I was shocked to find this movie that I thought would just be a simple 90s nostalgia trip to be very deep and positive, with a decent amount of content to unpack. Actually, the only moment that made me go “yikes!” a bit isn’t being talked about at all, which is odd. When the Real World starts seeping into Barbie Land, it begins changing the toys themselves and we see a snippet of a new commercial for “depression Barbie”. The ad quips that she comes with unwashed clothes since she hasn’t gotten out of bed for a week, and the panic attacks and OCD accessories are sold separately. That was in pretty bad taste and could have been handled differently in my opinion. My friend and I both looked at each other at that point and just said what the @#$% are you serious… Not sure how that made it past the edits.

On one hand, I kind of enjoy that people are taking more time to read into the messages pop culture is sending in even the most seemingly trivial facets, because movies, music, toys … these things do to some extent shape our culture. However, we should try to do this without the outrage. If you watched the movie and want to let me know what you thought, shoot me a comment.

Who was your favorite Barbie growing up? Glitter Beach Teresa was definitely my girl.

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The Best Art Toys Of The 90s (Or, The Toys That Propelled My Future Career)

As we get close to Christmas, I have no clue what kids today are asking Santa for! I don’t have kids myself, and don’t know many people with young kids. Also, 3-year-olds seems to have smart phones and tablets now, so … Do they still play with toys? Who are they planning to call, Big Bird? I have so many questions. All that aside, toys can be tools that help kids develop their interests and explore what they may want to be or do in the future. In homage to 90s nostalgia and the time when toys were still not quite high-tech, I’ve compiled a list of the best art and design toys from when I was a kid. I’m sure a lot of these will look familiar to many of you! And so our trip down memory lane begins…

Fashion Plates

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This toy let you be a high-class big name designer, mixing and matching your own styles with plastic stencils you could shade over with a magic black crayon and then render in your favorite color story. That woman with the bob, chunky bracelets, and boots is basically the me of today. Check out that dapper lady on the top right adjusting her bow-tie!

Blush Art

First off, this commercial is just nauseating. That aside, this was a fun toy, again utilizing stencils so even those terrible at drawing could be a star, thus preventing any destroyed self esteem. I had the fashion design stencil set for this rather than the ones shown in this video – I was obviously a bit singularly focused. I liked my clothes far better than cuddly creatures, but I’m no Cruella de Vil, just cursed with being allergic to anything fuzzy.

Crayola Stampers Markers

You could make some wacky mosaic drawings with these markers, case in point the self portrait on the right, circa 8 years old. Remember the 70s revival yellow smiley face craze around that time? Those guys are in there.

Barbie Fashion Designer PC Game

Again with the fashion designing … I honestly did consider this career path but alas, discovered later on that I hated sewing.

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As you can see, the earlier self portrait was pretty spot-on.

Nickelodeon’s Mix ‘N Spin

ece0a94f8a84a07aedf4329a4605a677I never had this, but one of my friends did – The 90s kid version of all that pour art that is so popular now. Was there any design trend that people loved more than rainbow splatter painting in the 90s?

 

Watercolor Coloring Books

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These books really lulled you into a false sense of security, giving you perfect blending and shading with just a smear of water, provided you followed the coloring book code and stayed inside the lines ;). Nevertheless, they were so relaxing to sit and fill in, and I spent many a rainy day with a pile of these in front of me, completing one picture after another.

Sand Art

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Like color by numbers but with colored sand, you would peel off one number at a time revealing a sticky surface to pour the corresponding colored sand upon to slowly reveal a finished masterpiece. Though Disney ones were always super popular, my sets were of unicorns and tropical birds!

Shrinky Dinks

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As a kid the shrinky dinks I had were pre-outlined, and you colored them in like a coloring book before putting the plastic sheets in the oven and watching them curl up, shrink, and harden into durable plastic pendants or flat mini figures. As an adult, I discovered the fun of using blank shrink plastic to design your own one of a kind pendants covered in art! I sold these for a couple years in a local handmade shop downtown, and they did really well.

These truly are the toys that made me! I hope everyone gets what they were hoping for this Christmas, though of course, no gifts could ever possibly be as epic as these.

 

 

 

 

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