The fact that dolls didn't have detailed genitals didn't bother me as a child.
It doesn't bother me now. The idea of playing with dolls, in my mind, didn't
include sex acts. I did have a wetting doll, but not an eating or pooping doll.
My wetting doll 'drank' water and the water came out her left or right flank,
I forget which. My boy cousins made out that it was actual urine and thus, terrible.
I thought they were foolish.
Some other girls had 'eating' dolls and recycled the food.
I don't know what went on in their minds when they did this.
I hope only thoughts of frugality.
If the dolls weren't cleaned well, they got maggots living in them.
I didn't mind not having an 'eating' doll.
The larger dolls I took care of and/or acted upon by dressing and acting as a mother
toward them, by protecting them from the elements. There were some chill winds,
rain and snow in the living room where I played with them. That was what I played.
The small dolls that had the "adventures" were more active.
I used the word adventure, yesterday, but I think some of the activities are more
aptly termed Endurance Challenges.
These challenges included being buried in the sandbox in a pickle jar overnight and
hanging overnight from a maple tree inside a walnut shell that I cracked and
glued back together.
I didn't torture them. I did subject them to situations of isolation and containment, to see
how well they would survive. I expected them to survive. I knew, at the time, that they
weren't alive, but the idea of the challenge appealed to me. It seemed to prove to me
that difficult things were possible.
They could survive.
I could arrange circumstances that would enable others to survive.
It doesn't bother me now. The idea of playing with dolls, in my mind, didn't
include sex acts. I did have a wetting doll, but not an eating or pooping doll.
My wetting doll 'drank' water and the water came out her left or right flank,
I forget which. My boy cousins made out that it was actual urine and thus, terrible.
I thought they were foolish.
Some other girls had 'eating' dolls and recycled the food.
I don't know what went on in their minds when they did this.
I hope only thoughts of frugality.
If the dolls weren't cleaned well, they got maggots living in them.
I didn't mind not having an 'eating' doll.
The larger dolls I took care of and/or acted upon by dressing and acting as a mother
toward them, by protecting them from the elements. There were some chill winds,
rain and snow in the living room where I played with them. That was what I played.
The small dolls that had the "adventures" were more active.
I used the word adventure, yesterday, but I think some of the activities are more
aptly termed Endurance Challenges.
These challenges included being buried in the sandbox in a pickle jar overnight and
hanging overnight from a maple tree inside a walnut shell that I cracked and
glued back together.
I didn't torture them. I did subject them to situations of isolation and containment, to see
how well they would survive. I expected them to survive. I knew, at the time, that they
weren't alive, but the idea of the challenge appealed to me. It seemed to prove to me
that difficult things were possible.
They could survive.
I could arrange circumstances that would enable others to survive.
