I got a little choked up at the end of this. My grandmother is of the same generation, and still here thankfully. I've noticed her and my grandfather have the traits of growing up during the depression and then the war.
I had a Felicity doll (horse girl/red head here) and the best items I had for her were handmade by friends of my mom. These craftsmen made me lovely doll beds and tiny clay tea sets that lasted far longer than any of the crap from the AG Magazine.
I did love my doll though, but more than anything, the AG series got me into history. I loved the books and the sections at the end that were devoted to the history behind the story. The magazine was great too. There was a story in what I think was the first issue on foot-binding in China. The young girl narrator learns about the practice from her grandmother, whose feet were bound when she was younger. It was difficult to read, but something I would have never read about anywhere else. It's sad to think that girls today only get the lessons of consumerism from AG, now that most of the historical dolls have been retired.
I wanted Molly. I looked like Molly. I never wanted any other doll (or toy) more. She was my spirit animal. I'm unreasonably upset about this.
I'm going to go ahead and defend the person who asked the weight loss question and the author for selecting/answering it.
But first some caveats/recognition:
1. Yes, we absolutely live in a fat-phobic, fat shaming society.
2. This same society values thinness above all things regardless of physical health.
3. For people with body image/weight issues this is a particularly sensitive subject and the discussion of weight and weight loss can be triggering.
I respect and recognize all these things. HOWEVER.
If someone wants to lose weight in a healthy way that is meaningful to them, let them lose weight. Yes, they could be motivated by truly unreasonable beauty standards or could be doing it for purely superficial reasons but no one should be unhappy with their body for any reason. And no one should have to accept one body type over another for themselves simply because it's a more radical act. As long as you are healthy, you do you. Don't preach, don't judge, don't be a jerk and you'll be fine.
@lucy snowe the googly eyes really made it for me. And by made it, I mean made me snort inappropriately at my desk for a good 5 minutes.
@lucy snowe that's a column to be written by Proust!
If "Rich/Unclear" and "Old Lady" isn't Harold and Maude, there is no justice on the hairpin. If, as I suspect, it is, then yes, all the shout outs to Old Lady, as she is my greatest role model in life.
If this is 'Sweet Home Alabama' I'm confused because that dude didn't make the glass, the lightning did. And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to rethink my life's priorities now that I've put this much thought into this post.
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Jia, that alt text.
o ladies! clearly this is a tongue-in-cheek piece. It's not hostile to women. It's not advocating sexual aggression.
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@antilamentation I feel these comments are somewhat naïve. She'd just delivered a desperately premature baby and was offered a tampon - she and everyone in the hotel was not equipped to deal with this because this is an extraordinary experience. She was on the verge of death and had already lost a child, right there in the hotel room. Not sure what level of thought is appropriate in these circumstances - and no I don't think it should have been edited.
It's not "casual racism" to think "where the hell am I and who is looking after me and what will happen to me and will I die?" when you are suddenly facing your own death and the death of your baby and you are thousands of miles from any one who loves you or from anything familiar. How do you think the Syrian asylum seekers travelling across Europe to find refuge feel if they are forced to give birth and face a terrible loss in a foreign land where they don't know the language and don't understand the system and don't recognise the food and are a thousand miles away from home? Not "Oh gosh what a lovely place this is and how I hope to get to know it deeply so I can represent it fairly in all my future descriptions of this event".