One afternoon this week I took a rare chance to sit down with Hannah and play paper dolls instead of running around preparing dinner. Well, after I consoled her sobbing following her declaration that she’d lost her dolls FOREVER and she wouldn’t be able to last a single day longer lest I drop everything to hunt through her pig sty of a bedroom to find them.
Anyway, I managed to calm her down and actually find the whereabouts of the damn dolls before throwing my own tantrum. Rare. And then the playing began. I’ve forgotten what it is you actually do when you “play dolls”. I seem to recall an awful lot of setting things up and the bare minimum of actual acting out the doll’s personalities. Apparently, these days, dolls speak with American accents. And get dressed up in princess dresses and go to princess parties.
This was all going fine and dandy until my doll character started going all feminist on her ass. First she refused to wear makeup to the princess party and gave a lengthy speech on feminism, the patriarchy, and the beauty industry, and then she only wanted to dance with princesses as the princes were BORING. My princess paper doll took the chance to admit that she was probably going to fall in love with a princess when she grew up.
It was at this point that I got kicked out of the game. Hrmmm… too much too soon?