Ok, lately my world seems to have become INUNDATED by people with children. Babies, toddlers and bored teenagers. Gosh! They're everywhere.
Thing is I still think of myself as a kid so they don't really bother me at all. It's just important to keep things to manageable numbers. I think I'm up to about ten kids that I adore. But sometimes I get super annoyed. Not with the kids, but with their parents (my friends). Because they give their kids the world but not the one thing they really need.
No, not love and a secure, supportive environment. I mean one of these excellent dolls. OMG these are awesome! Can you imagine...if you'd grown up with these you would have no body image issues, you'd have been perennially cool and you could totally have put, like Iggy and Blondie in the barbie convertible and had them drive around the worlds that your tiny kid like brain and epic imagination would have invented. And if they were going to the love shack they totally could've stopped to pick up Madge and David Bowie and pretended not to see Morrissey cos you know he would've killed anything that even resembled a good time. And crapped on about cats or veganism or some shit like that.
Anyway, back to my cruel friends. You best be putting in your orders cos if I have to cough up some pressies this Christmas you know I'm going to want to play with them too.
Get to grips with the full offerings at Katkiller, the Brazilian designers behind these works of art. Oh man Morrissey is gonna be pissed with that too. It's just a name Mozza. JESUS!