What's Barbie got to do with it?
As much as my inner feminist hates to admit it, I had a Barbie doll when I was younger. I had several of them, in fact. And I even had the Ferrari. And a token Ken doll.
The point of this post isn't to wax nostalgic about toys gone by. It has to do with a recent blog in the Huffington Post about using a life-size Barbie to help raise awareness about eating disorders and body image issues.
Forgive me, but I'm not exactly sure I see the connection between a mental illness and Barbie. We don't connect Baby Cries A Lot and major depression. Or Furbies and animal hoarding. It's a plastic toy. And let's remember that eating disorders and even body image issues existed long before Barbie hit the scene in the 1950's.
I get that Barbie is probably not the best role model for pretty much anything other than reinforcing gender stereotypes. I get that she is an exaggeration of what some people feel is the "ideal body type." That being said, so was the Venus of Willendorf, and my body doesn't look a thing like either Venus OR Barbie. Most women don't.
Our culture has some seriously warped ideas about beauty, especially feminine beauty. Most of us buy into them, in one form or another. Most of us don't have eating disorders.
I find blaming Barbie and the like (models, etc) for eating disorders pedantic and not just a little offensive. I wasn't unable to eat and at death's door because I was over-idealizing a plastic doll with blonde hair. I was unable to eat because my brain was broken and it needed to be fixed. The suggestion that I nearly died because I was somehow society's dupe strikes me as a little bizarre.
I'm not saying that cultural body image stuff is irrelevant or totally unrelated. It isn't. It forms a backdrop against which eating disorders form and emerge. Many in the fashion industry have frank eating disorders themselves, so there's definitely some overlap. But it's not a cause, and I kind of resent it being made to look that way.
A college girl who learns that Barbie has an unrealistic body will be more informed and hopefully a better consumer of media and its messages. The problem is that knowing these things--that models are Photoshopped, that eating disorders are dangerous, that Barbie is a total fake (the bitch!)--don't prevent eating disorders. EDs aren't decisions. They aren't under conscious control--if they were, they wouldn't be an actual mental illness. I knew plenty about anorexia and Barbie dolls before I got sick, and here's the kicker: I still got sick.
I think stuff like this--however well-intentioned and well-executed it might be--almost trivializes eating disorders. It makes me feel like a supercilious brat, when that's not the case at all. Lots of things influenced my eating disorder, and I'm happy to take a good, hard look at any of them. But, please, leave Barbie out of this one.



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