There have been strange toys since toys became toys. And I know that I should probably lighten up a little – none of my friends who had Barbies (I didn't, but that's a whole other post) growing up actually thought they were going to look like Barbie when they grew up. I don’t think they even wanted to. But these are still disconcerting –
I have problems with these dolls on so many levels.

The make up. These dolls have the heaviest made up eyes and lips I’ve ever seen.

- The hair. Like Barbie’s, it’s long, silky and shiny. And ridiculous. And it has some strange painful plastic thingy coming out of its head. Gross.
The body. Actually, I’m not that bothered by the body. The boobs aren’t like Barbie’s, so strangely out of proportion. Instead, they’re teeny tiny. Kind of pubescent. Perfect for the pervert in the family.
Sexy clothes. Not so unlike Barbie’s, I have to admit, unless you bought Nurse Barbie or Corporate Ladder Barbie.
Anyway, it makes me cringe that we have such dolls in our home (I am not responsible for the purchase of any of them).
But the thing I think is creepiest, and just wierds me out everytime I see them around the house is the feet.
You don’t change the shoes of these dolls.
You dismember them.

See – I told you – CREEPY.

And just LOOK at the size of these feet! Ewwww.