Like every other girl growing up in the early 2000s, Barbies were my world. Yeah I know, I’ve been a basic bitch since Pre-K. I’m sure girls still buy and play with Barbies, but with iPhones and shit around they’re no longer as special as were 10, 20 years before. Anyhow, every Christmas and Birthday, my parents would get me a new Barbie and my brother a new set of Lego or a toy car or something a lot more intellectually stimulating than my anorexic blonde models.
Looking back now, I’m amazed that I never took any interest in any of my brother’s toys. We had this tiny play room between our rooms (I honestly don’t know why I remember useless shit like this), so all my naked and broken Barbies would be scattered among his Lego pieces and Walkie Talkies and action figures. Whenever I went in to play, I’d just never notice anything except for my dumbass dolls. It’s like those bricks and cars and controllers were invisible.
I just thought they were none of my business, in the same way that paying for health insurance and taxes wasn’t any of my concern. Yet. Maybe it’s because we’ve all been told, subliminally or not, that Legos belong to boys and dolls belong to girls. For me anyway, that’s the reason I didn’t form an opinion of Legos until I was too old for them. Too old. Huh. Maybe appropriate age bracket is another skewed perspective we have on toys.
The fuck, idk what I’m talking about right now. And idk why I sound like a feminist because I’m not one, but I can’t deny that gender-specific social attitudes have influenced the way I think and react to my surroundings. I mean, who knows? If Legos were considered a gender neutral toys, if the packaging weren’t so exclusively masculine, I would have fell in love with them instantly, because I’ve always loved puzzles and board games (which are kind of similad I guess).