It may have spurred women to seek out gynecological health.
But I’m not sure I agree with this: “In the film’s final scene, after deciding to leave Barbieland for the real world, Barbie enthusiastically tells a receptionist, “I’m here to see my gynecologist,” a joke that could be based either on her supposed lack of genitals or her evident excitement for care many women find unpleasant.” Sénéchal and colleagues write in their paper.
I finally saw the flick on the plane to Miami last week, and that wasn’t my interpretation (spoiler alert). She had just talked to her creator, who told her that she could live in the real world if she wished to. I took her visit to the gyno to mean that, like Pinocchio, she had finally become a real woman. FWIW, I did find the movie an interesting commentary on gender and new-wave feminism and the modern relationship between American (or western) men and women.
Well a little after my peak childhood but I never got into GI Joe. But I did have a Johnny Eagle Lieutenant Rifle.
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Had very realistic plastic cartridges.
You just can’t get toys like that anymore.
Looks a lot like an M14. Must have been heavy and a real chore to carry?
Not nearly as bad as the toy M60.
But this thing was great at shooting down Christmas Cards at 10 ft.
Eventually I ran out of the plastic bullets. Occasionally one would show up under a couch or couch cushion. But by then the spring loaded cartridges they pressed into had gone missing as well.
After a couple of years though, I discovered what could be done with a lever action pump air gun when its muzzle was dipped in mud!
I had a Davy Crockett kit, complete with coonskin cap and rifle. Worse still, there’s a snapshot of me in a plaid jacket, dressed as Davy, with my dog.
Davy Crockett dates you.
I am a comparative young-en from the Disney Daniel Boone generation.
I was in high school then. I did watch it, though. I was watching Johnny Carson the night Ed Ames did his famous tomahawk trick, too.
Yikes. I suppose you had fuzzy dice hanging from your rear view mirror?