But at least there wasn’t any gender confusion! The cover shot is Thumbelina, which didn’t do much but roll her head and legs around. My Grandmother hated this one, because she said it looked “afflicted.” I’m not sure exactly what she meant by that, but she wasn’t the prettiest thing, and that weird head-rolling gave me the creeps.
Betsy Wetsy is one I didn’t have; the “fun” of changing diapers was lost on this only child – but I’m not sure if I HAD had brothers and sisters with real diaper-changing and crying involved, it would have been any more appealing to me.
When Barbie first appeared, Grandmother took it as a sign of the Apocalypse, and told my Mother so. “Obviously dyed hair, earrings, high heels, and BOSOMS! That’s nothing for her to play with!” Personally, I was really looking forward to wearing earrings, high heels, dyeing my hair, and sprouting a bosom. 
But many years later, I had a “Grandmother” moment when I saw these dolls called “Bratz”. They looked liked hookers to me! “That’s nothing for her to play with!”
