Rag Doll livin' in a movie, Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie
You're so fine they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, ma’am
Hot time get it while it's easy, Don't mind come on up and
see me. Rag Doll baby won't you do me like you done before
In the classic years, the perfect US white woman measured 36-24-36” as did Marilyn Monroe and the pinups of previous generations (although the average white American female was around 35-27-37. Barbie, introduced in the late 1950s, if she were life size would be 39-23-33. In 1997 Barbie had her 3rd plastic surgery to align herself more with young women, but she has not kept up with the times since by 2004, the average American woman: 40-34-43.
Oh, you beautiful doll!
You great, big, beautiful doll!
If you ever leave me how my heart would ache,
I want to hug you but I fear you'd break
I'm tired of cry-y-yin', and all her lie-ie-iein'. That's why I'm buy-y-in'
A china doll.
Her eyes are blu-u-uer. Her faults are few-ewer. Her lips are tru-uer
My china doll
I'd rather have a doll of clay
That I could call my own
Than someone else just like you
With a heart of stone
She'll never lea-eave me
She'll not decei-eive me
And never grie-ieve me
My china doll
You used to be my party doll.
But now you say the party’s over.
You used to be my party doll, party doll, party doll,
but now you say the party’s over.
Got myself a cryin', talkin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll
Got to do my best to please her just cos she's a livin' doll
Got a rovin' eye and that is why she satisfies my soul
Got the one and only walkin', talkin', livin' doll
Take a look at her hair, it's real If you don't believe what I say, just feel
I'm gonna lock her up in a trunk so no big hunk can steal
her away from me.
All I want is a party doll to come along with me when I'm feelin' wild
To be everlovin', true, and fair, to run her fingers through my hair.
Come along and be my party doll, Come along and be my
party doll, Come along and be my party doll, And I'll make love
to you, to you. I saw the kind of a gal I'd love to meet
She had blonde hair and eyes of blue. Baby,
I wanna have a party with you.
Cherished or Not,
the Signifier or the Signified
with Love Or Not
Manifesting…….over thousands of years ago as shadow puppets in Asia, a panoply of characters rife with life conveying chronicles as they silently stalked across soft lit walls. Moving across Europe in the 1700s, purveyors of culture, paper dolls acted upon paper stages, questing amid universal themes, contemplating life and death, love and betrayal, meaning and purpose…….
What fine dolls, as thought grew, so carefully designed and cut, embellished with handmade gowns made with bits of silk, lace cut Valentines, glittery department store packing tissue, and the fragile—kept between the pages of books, preserving dreams of lives to be—for the fortunate.
The not so favored, be they paper or fabric, wood or plastic
the laboring preponderance,
the replicating bulk,
as the heedless abscission neuronitically unfolds, evolving
across vast centuries,
Begot BY the Bovinely-minded Bludgbeater-handed—
Breeder-spawner-makers quarried the USA-grade street slop off their shoes: tissue thin newsprint, toilet paper, raw pulp—thin skin—flesh grighed ‘n crumpchled into terrolyzed folds.
smash a crooked face
not caring if
a leg left dangling
from paper tendon fiber hooks
tork twisted hips.
Webbed fingers? Of no consequence.
Razored corners where curves could be
attention shifted; half-cuts inflicted.
and more where it came from.
Good enough for pulp fiction
Scars, threnody-dreams, contorted myths in the wind with every moan
dolls cannibalizing their own parts for dreams they do not understand
and have no eyes to see
acidic leakage? Slather with perfume.
skinned anorexic to the core? Drape with Versace.
A soul squeezed to paper width? Anyone notice?
Jacked out eyes? Buy colored contact lenses.
Trapped in a formula tale, pages stuck together—
only rape can open them.
dolls come in dozens—
and the market needs only a few not mangled.
Note: not on the list are Male Dolls, most commonly plastic, most commonly with weapon accessories & one set of clothing—logo attached—a 20th century assault on the male ego, but not to be called dolls. (See, Toy Biz v. United States)
They are “action figures.” The Court of International Trade determined that Toy Biz’ action figures were toys, not dolls, but "nonhuman creatures." To save money, Marvel Comics subsidiary Toy Biz argued that their action figures (i.e., X-Men and Fantastic Four) represented "nonhuman creatures" and thus subject to the lower tariff rates for toys, shocking fans since a common theme in Marvel Comics had been the struggle for mutants like the X-Men to prove their humanity. Fans expected more? G.I. Joe, modeled from a very human soldier, willing to die for his country, is not considered human enough to be a doll either. He, too, is just an “action figure,” even when he bleeds red on battle fields for wars he doesn’t believe in, and in the metaphoric battle of good and evil, the franchises are making a killing.
As his action friends have developed more musculature over time, rivaling those of even the largest human bodybuilders, so US males struggle, like many of their female counterparts, with body dsymorphia, eating disorders, and physical insecurity—lost in the protean dreamish/nightmarish abscission fighting amid the dolls.