Holy smokes, am I ever feeling silly with this one. Here’s the story: my freshly 3 year old daughter Genevieve came down with a fever earlier this week so has been at home. As those of you who are parents well know, there is only so much napping, reading and cookie making that one can peacefully manage with a grumpy toddler in a day before everyone needs a break. As much as I am loathe to admit it, TV’s just the ticket for these situations. G’s exposure to television to this point has been very limited (Knowledge Network only - no ads, and for short periods only), and the odd video (Finding Nemo).
So my poor dear daughter is feeling rotten and naturally as her Mom I want to perk her up, so I think “hey, how about getting the Little Mermaid video?” So off we go to the video store, where of course they don’t have the Little Mermaid (it’s 2 months overdue!), just (Goddess help me, I had no idea!) an entire wall of Barbie videos. G goes mental. Now, understand that she does not own a Barbie doll, so how she even knows what or who Barbie is, is unclear to me. Nevertheless, clearly she does and desperately wants to know more. Alarmed, I manage to pare her overflowing armload down to 3 DVDs, all the while cursing my feminist soul - if only my Women’s Studies classmates could see me now!
Back at the ranch, we sit down to the vids. What gets me most is not their impossible figures, but how nasty the Barbies (well, not Barbie herself of course) are to one another, not to mention other assorted unpleasant female characters. In fact, the plots in my limited sample all seemed to come down to the following drama: innocent, blonde (only mean characters have dark hair) Barbie is happily going about her business when she is maliciously confronted by a jealous, dark-haired female. Dark-haired female unsuccessfully plots to do away with Barbie, who ultimately triumphs by winning the true love of a Prince. If she doesn’t start off being a Princess, she somehow becomes one along the way, dress included. Here’s a sample of our conversation:
G: “Mommy, why is she being mean to Barbie?”
Me: “Because she’s jealous.”
G: “What’s jealous?”
Me: “Being mad at someone because they have something you don’t.”
G: “Why?”
And so on. What have I done?!?
It doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of point in trying to stem the tide at this point (as a girl I loved Barbies too, and it seems like denial of the highest order to pretend that Barbie doesn’t exist), other than to make a BOLD note to self: DO NOT TAKE G TO THE VIDEO STORE, EVER. That said, 3 seems a bit young to start work on media literacy and feminist criticism. Or is this really so bad? Like it or not, there are mean and jealous people in the world after all, we just need to recognize that they don’t all have the same hair color. Any thoughts, feminist (or thought they were) Moms?