Archive for October, 2007

Le Femme Plastique

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It’s bad enough that through the advent of plastic surgery, more people’s bodies and faces are starting to resemble mannequins instead of humans. Lately, I’ve noticed a new disturbing trend—duplicating girls and adult females in plastic form.

First, there are My Twinn dolls, a company that offers expensive plastic dolls that look exactly like the girls that own them. Each doll is completely customizable (from hair color and skin tone to freckles and disabilities) to match its human counterpart. The dolls start at $139, astronomically more than most plastic dolls, but the spending doesn’t stop there! My Twinn’s website also features endless options for matching doll/girl clothing and accessories. Matching pink chenille sweaters will set you back another $55. They also sell sets of earrings, watches, purses, sleeping bags, wheelchairs, casts, and crutches.

I’m sure that most people purchase products through My Twinn because it’s “SO CUTE!”, but I wonder how many parents shell out this kind of money so their child feels represented in toy form. For example, I’m sure there aren’t a slew of African American dolls in wheelchairs at your local Toys R’ Us. If that’s the case, then I feel a tremendous amount of sadness that parents need to find a niche market (that charges far too much money) so their child can have some sense of identity.

On a related (but even more disturbing) note, I recently learned about Real Dolls –sexually life-like plastic replicas of women that start at an astonishing rate of $6,500. Customers, who are predominantly male, can individualize everything about their Real Doll. Even breast size and pubic hair are negotiable. Check out the company’s website—there are some dolls that look so lifelike, I had to do a double take.

The dolls have biologically accurate orifices, so their primary use is for sexual pleasure. However, I learned about these dolls after watching a documentary about men who have relationships with their Real Dolls. The film shows men who spend their time shopping for new outfits and wigs for their dolls, bringing them out for a ride in the countryside, and rubbing their feet. I dare you to watch all the festivities.

I have a lot more to say about these dolls, but it may evolve into a paying article down the road.


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  • I have just rediscovered my exercise ball, which spent the past six months sitting in our back hallway. I’m not really sure why I stopped using it in the first place, because it often provided entertaining distractions from paper and/or article writing while promoting core muscles and good posture. I just dusted it off and plopped it in front of my desk. Now I am acting Zen-like by sitting on my half-deflated ball and waiting for Dan to return home so he can help me blow it up to its previous glory. Hopefully, I don’t suffer the same fate as Dwight.
  • Somehow, I constantly find the nerve to get upset about my favorite bloggers that don’t update their sites when I average a month or two between my own updates. Unbelievable.
  • Since I started graduate school, Buffy the Vampire Slayer has come up in several class discussions and numerous reading assignments so I finally decided to rent the series from Netflix. I cannot believe that the defunct WB network ever produced such a quality program! And I am incredibly upset that I missed watching the show in real time, while I was in high school, because there are some great late 1990s pop culture references like Bush—the band, not the inept Commander in Chief.
  • After many years of pondering, I finally sent in a query letter to Bitch regarding an article I want to write about the demon/mock therapist Beatrice Sparks and her stupid books. I e-mailed it to Bitch quite a few weeks ago, so I may have to pitch it to another publication soon—the story is too juicy not to tell!
  • I cannot wait to get my hands on Susan Faludi’s latest book, The Terror Dream: Fear and Fantasy in Post-9/11 America. It’s received excellent reviews so far, unless you count the wackos on Amazon who haven’t read the book but feel the need to bash the author because she’s a big, bad feminist ::gasp::