For those of you who haven't heard of these dolls, they're called Monster High Dolls. Like Barbie or Liv dolls, these are the new rage that every little girl is in love with.
My daughter received these for her birthday and she loves them. The one with blue hair is a zombie. A ZOMBIE! Her name is Ghoulia. How awesome is that! My daughter can play with a zombie doll. The idea of that just floors me. AND if you look real close, Ghoulia's red earrings are little brains. Brains! She is one styling zombie.
The other doll is Frankie Stein, which if you think about it, is really another form of zombie. Double fun.
At this point in my zombie writing career (if you could call it that), I find all things zombie quite fascinating. I really like these dolls. They're different and fun. Besides, Barbie needs some competition and, to me, the Brat dolls just look like whores.
I actually liked the zombie doll even more when my daughter accidentally broke her arm off at the elbow. It looked AWESOME! I tried to convince her that the doll was even better, but she cried until her dad fixed it. Dang. A zombie doll with a missing arm would have been cool (I tried to get him to just glue the half-arm into her other hand--a zombie doll carrying around her own arm--but he wouldn't go for that either).
Seriously! Where was this stuff when I was a kid?
My daughter received these for her birthday and she loves them. The one with blue hair is a zombie. A ZOMBIE! Her name is Ghoulia. How awesome is that! My daughter can play with a zombie doll. The idea of that just floors me. AND if you look real close, Ghoulia's red earrings are little brains. Brains! She is one styling zombie.
The other doll is Frankie Stein, which if you think about it, is really another form of zombie. Double fun.
At this point in my zombie writing career (if you could call it that), I find all things zombie quite fascinating. I really like these dolls. They're different and fun. Besides, Barbie needs some competition and, to me, the Brat dolls just look like whores.
I actually liked the zombie doll even more when my daughter accidentally broke her arm off at the elbow. It looked AWESOME! I tried to convince her that the doll was even better, but she cried until her dad fixed it. Dang. A zombie doll with a missing arm would have been cool (I tried to get him to just glue the half-arm into her other hand--a zombie doll carrying around her own arm--but he wouldn't go for that either).
Seriously! Where was this stuff when I was a kid?
This is what I had to play with---> A bed spring. Pure joy right there.
And these ugly dolls. EVERYBODY wanted them. Tell me why again? *shudder*
And this ---> The Rubics Cube! My archnemesis! I hated that toy. Still do! I used to have to remove the stickers to solve it because I was a dumb kid.
And don't get me started on this toy. What the heck? Setting your kids up for greatness, are we?
And who can forget Silly Putty? Doesn't this commercial make you want to go out and get some. Hours and hours of fun, I tell ya. Oh boy!
I guess I shouldn't complain. I mean, look what my parents had to play with when they were growing up.
So I should shut-up and totally be happy with my bed spring.
What crappy toys did you have to play with growing up? AND if you had your choice of any toy today, what would you want?
