I'd like to blame my babysitter, as wonderful as she is, for my daughter's obsession with this particular song, but really the blame lies with my four year old's skill navigating You Tube on my iPhone. It doesn't hurt that she knows it pushes my buttons every time she sings it. Anyway, Darcy must have noticed my horror, because she offered a plaintive condolence. "At least she's writing words."
In our home, we make every effort to reject gender stereotypes. (As an aside, I recently found this interesting article in Newsweek on the subject of raising gender-neutral children.) On Sunday, our vacuum broke, and my mother and I fixed it - and then my husband cleaned the house with it. Yet, my daughter is into swirly pinkness and sparkles, and my son is obsessed with sports and things with motors.
I happened to have my parent-facilitator conversation with Anne scheduled that afternoon, and she teased me a bit about the incident, but then offered sound advice. Let it go, she said. You may hate Barbie and I don't blame you, but to Bess it's just a doll and just a song.
I tried that, but my feminist sensibilities soon got the better of me. "What does it mean to be a Barbie girl?" I asked Bess one day.
"It means I like to brush my hair."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Whose kid is this???
"Does it mean anything else? What does a Barbie girl do?"
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