Of Secret Dolls

I've been resisting writing about this for weeks; but I can no longer stand it. Click here and scroll to the two dolls near the bottom...

"Scooba-Doo" is so insane I sorta dig her -- and her crazy black stockings. Yeah, I think she's a little inappropriate, but then get a load of this one:


The "Baby Secret" doll is in a category of its own.

Not only does the dressed in red Baby Secret doll say, "Hold me close and whisper!" but they stress that her lips move and that she can be put in any baby-like position. (My mind is seriously in the gutter.)

You're not the only one with a mind in the gutter... Every time I look at it, the words 'incest' & 'pedophile' scream in my head and I think, "It's the Daddy's Little Secret Doll."

Yeah, I know you're all getting ready to send those hate emails and offers for mental health help; but damn if I don't feel better for posting it and getting it out of my head.

Seeing these dolls, and knowing of adult dolls, including but not limited to blow-up dolls, and the fascination humans seem to have with dressing their dogs in clothes, I have to reconsider the purported history of dolls.

Perhaps dolls weren't really children's toys... or at least they didn't really begin that way. Look at the immense popularity of boudoir dolls, which were made for adults, not children. There are so many adults whose dolls, baby or fashion, completely out-number that of any pampered child. It makes me think that dolls are about some sense of control -- balanced with companionship, sure -- but ultimately it's the control. You dress it, pose it, order or alter it to your standards, and when you are done, you put it on a shelf, or drape it across your bed.

No wonder sex robots, including the desire to marry them, aren't considered far off.