Quinlan insisted on being "Barbie Thumbelina" since August. I suppose I should be glad that her streak of Disney Princess costumes has officially been broken.
Except she broke it with Barbie.
I'm not quite sure how she landed upon Barbie Thumbelina and her cheap pink dress, purple wings and bouffant wig, but she did.
Perhaps it's because she knows that I'm not that fond of Barbie - her big blonde hair, her ridiculously skinny waist, and her perky boobs.
But Quinlan could not be swayed.
I realize that generations of girls have played with Barbies. Even I did. And I know that for the most part, we've all turned out fine.
But what does that really mean? And is that the best that we want for our kids?
Just because we all turned out fine doesn't mean that I can try to do better for my own kids.
I've watched parents explain away some of their questionable choices with that excuse - from spanking to yelling to bimbo dolls.
"We turned out just fine, so what's the big deal?"
There are bigger fish to fry, bigger battles to fight, bla bla blagity bla.
And it's true. For the most part, we're all pretty much okay regardless of our parents' debatable disciplinary choices and dolls that promote unreasonable female body images.
But what we often forget about these discussions of princesses and barbie dolls are the boys - our sons who see these damn dolls and these images that are perpetuated everywhere we go. We spend lots of time worrying about our daughters and their body perceptions. Quite frankly, I'm more concerned about how my son will grow up viewing women based on these toys (and yes, a whole slew of other images that he'll be exposed to even as early as a 2 year old).
I welcomed a slightly modified, Marie Antoinette-inspired Barbie Thumbelina costume this Halloween. In fact, the only real "Barbie" thing about her was the label on the dress.
And I haven't banned Barbie from my home, but I won't be purchasing her either. Luckily, my in-laws have taken care of that for me. And if Quinlan wants to purchase one with her own money, then she may.
I've been parenting long enough to realize that there are battles I will not win.
But I also know that I don't need to just get suckered into something without offering my long-winded opinions about it.
I pushed these kids out of my vagina; they can listen to me pontificate about Barbie dolls, damnit.
So, I will continue to have discussions about why I don't like these dolls with my daughter and my son. You know, just as soon as he stops covering my bathroom in toilet paper and baby soap.