Disempowerment by Mattel

Barbie is a useful social engineering tool as teaches little girls unrealistic expectations.  It never bothered me too much before.  Many young women want a 28H bust line, not so in my family.  I come from a line of curvy women with impossible measurements and we all know that Barbie's back hurts!!

Now, Mattel is pushing girls into programming men to say what they want to hear.

Yep, there is this little Ken doll that has a recording device in it.  Little girls are supposed to record what they want Ken to say and he repeats it.   Now, if I got one for Christmas it would have to be censored by the time I got done playing with the tiny microphone. 

This doll teaches young women and young men a horrible lesson!  Isn't creating a doll in the form of a little boy that repeats what little girls want to hear a tad bit dis-empowering for people of both genders? 

Sure, for women in my age group, it is often sadly true that men will only do that if it leads to sex.  To me this seems like a waste of time and energy.  If he's busy telling you want you want, you're going to miss out on the opportunity to learn something new and do something fun!

Besires, if I wanted a zombie for a lover, I'd turn to black magick or voodoo and make some rich hunk fall for me but I don't want that.  It seems incredibly boring.  I want someone real. 

I'm going to bet that most real women want someone real, too. 

I also want someone who will actually talk to me.  I don't care to know what he's thinking about at all times (there has to be some mystery) but there are times when he probably should pipe up. 

I want a man who will tell me that he spent our last dollar before heading out to take a prominent politician out for coffee. 

I want a man who will tell me that he is interested when I hem and haw about the possibility of buying a leather swing that anchors in the ceiling.  Furthermore, if said man has concerns about the integrity of the hardware in the ceiling, I would hope that he says something before his butt crashes down and becomes embedded in the ceramic tile on the floor below. 

Ditto for my desire to indoctrinate him into the mile high club if he's got aviatophobia.  

And, let it be known that if I want to sing loud praises regarding his lovemaking ability on the top of a fourteener, I would highly prefer that he tells me his gout is flaring up before making the trek. 

There are times when men must talk and say what is on their mind rather than what they think the women nearby wants to hear. 

As much as I would have wanted to hear that we were swarming in money and that I could take a bunch of people out for caviar, that was not the reality.  The fact I had to dig through seat cushions to pay my coffee shop check was embarrassing. 

I'd rather know the truth; it is easier to deal with than fiction.  

Men, don't let a woman tell you what to say.  Don't pretend to be someone that you're not lest you will both get bored fairly quickly. 

If she doesn't like what you have to say, she's not the one. 

If she's not comfortable with silence, she's probably not for you either. 

Me, I fantasize about a man who will give me many wonderful moments of pure silence rather than crazy drama that I have to sort through now. 

Be yourself.  Let other people be themselves.  That is the best way to live. 

Love ya,

S.