I never was much enamoured with Cindy - too wholesome and horsey for my leatherette and sequinned taste. Give me my kick ass Emma Peel doll in her leather catsuit and popart beret
"Avenging" crime. Give me Tressy -
"Her hair grows!"- with her marvellous blonde mane of luscious locks concealed on a tiny spool behind the painted smile of her plastic face - one day Doris Day the next Bardot. And give me prom queen all American apple pie cuteness in the impossible shape of bland and beautiful Barbie, with feet so teenie they must have been bound by a Chinese fairy godmother at birth. Yet even with such minute tooties she managed a fleck of nail varnish to finish each toe.The girl had patience! She was born to totter and mince through life held up by escorting, admiring males!! Her wardrobe always came with matching accessories and the silliest and most enticing of these was always the tiny slippers and heels that perched on the end of her slim line legs like little princess jewels.
How easily that dream embeds in us impressionable girls !
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