We went through a pile of things at Mum's today and found a heap of my sister and my old Barbies. Here they are - sans clothes. Note the bent arms and variety of skin colour.

Then I noticed that the new Barbies that Lil had were different. The arms no longer bent - just straight. Or jointed (the dancing Barbie). mmmm I wonder why the change. Then the really old one with weird-ass white fuzzy Marge Simpson hair and a slanted swiveling waist... and the really large Barbie with the checky grin...

I'm no fan of Barbie. But I was once, and its kind of cool to see my daughter playing with the toys that I played with 20-odd years ago. But I often feel the need to wrap them up in cotton wool so that they more closely resemble a normal woman...