I am blaming on Sweet Polly Pure Bread, and Lois Lane, and Snow White.

Stay with me here for a minute.  You see… today is the Anniversary of The Barbie Doll.

Barbie is a fashion doll manufactured by the American toy-company Mattel, Inc. and launched on March  9, 1959. American businesswoman Ruth Handler is credited with the creation of the doll.

Barbie’s full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts….. AND….  her parents’ names are given as George and Margaret Roberts … if you can EVEN imagine what they might look like.  They haled from the fictional town of Willows, Wisconsin.

So there you have it.  Now why am I blaming the likes of Sweet Polly Pure Bread, et al?  Well, I’ll tell you right dang now.  Those characters ALWAYS needed saving.  They were constantly getting in a big pot of hot water, and some hero would have to swoop in and save the day.

I wanted no part of that, I’ll tell you right now.  Nope.  I wanted to be on the team of the Heroes.  So I never played with Barbies.  I think I associated her as being the kind of gal who would fall for the antics of Snidely Whiplash.  And then she would be tied to the train tracks.  And then someone would have to save the day… or there would be big boobs splattered all over the B&O Railroad Tracks.

GI Joes.  Now I had a ton of them.  My sister and I used to play GI Joe’s for hours on end.  Until we grew out of that phase… sometime before college. 🙂

I am sure I wasn’t the norm.  Most little girls loved to play with baby dolls and Barbies.  I remember the first time I let the cat out of the bag with a bunch of little girlfriends.  They laughed and said… “YOU play with GI JOES????”  And there it was.

Of course now I know that neither one was right or wrong.   To play with Barbies or not to play with Barbies.  They are simply different.

I think the world is getting better at accepting differences.  But we have to teach our children early on.  We have to let them know that people who are different from us are simply different .  And that is all.  Like some people like mustard on their ham sandwiches… and others prefer mayonnaise.  Neither ham sandwich is wrong.   WHOOPS.  BIG apology to The Pig.  My bad.

At any rate, you must be getting my point here.  Accepting that which is distinct, divergent, or unalike in our lives.  We owe it to our fellow human beings to offer them respect for their choices.

We all can’t be right… all the time.  Or wrong.  But we can all be different…. every single minute of our lives.  And everything is right with that.