Happy Birthday, Barbie!
On March 9, 1959, Barbie was born. Yep, that plastic epitome of glam debuted at the American Toy Fair in New York City on this day 48 years ago.
Ruth Handler (yes, that's really her name) got the idea for the doll on a visit to Zurich, where they saw a very adult-looking doll. This was at the time when most of the dolls that American girls schlepped around were baby dolls, or Raggedy Ann. She and her husband shopped the idea of the "Barbie" doll, named after their daughter, around to various stores. Sears & Roebuck rejected it, so the Handlers started their own toy company, Mattel. They sold 350,000 Barbie dolls in the first year.
I know our house had the required number of Barbies, their clothes and accessories, and an assortment of houses, vehicles, horses, cousins, and, of course, a Ken or two. My younger sisters and their friends often took over the entire porch during the summer, creating a whole Barbie community.
At 47, Barbie still looks pretty good (no need for plastic surgery on that babe!), and, as a modern woman, she has so many more career choices. I have never in my life met anyone with her shape, but it was that totally unrealistic look that made her so much fun. And those feet! Perpetually poised to take on the highest heel. That had to hurt!
So, happy birthday, Barbie. Party on!
Do you think the founders of Women's History Month (March) realized that Barbie's birthday also fell in that month?
(Information for this article was found in the Syracuse (NY) Herald Journal, dated November 12, 1980.)
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I was not allowed to have a Barbie doll, although I'm not sure why . . . I saw no harm in Barbie play, and my kids had a passel of them: Barbies and Kens, Skippers, Donnies and Maries. Fairly often, when cleaning up, we'd find stray limbs! I don't know if the dolls were that fragile or if my kids were that destructive. But we have no axe murderers or surgeons in the family. Anne H.
Barbie Nation
Barbie has undergone several changes. Her clothing, work, her activities. As the culture changed so did Barbie. It would be interesting to compare Barbie stories from across the nation to track the change in our own culture.
Being a Dude I never played with the lady in pink. I was a Buck Rogers fan and toy soldiers, you know the little green guys. You could go to a the store and pick up a bag and then stage mock battles on the living room floor. Some of those soldiers went MIA when they got sucked up by mom's vaccumm. Wow those great toys of our childhood really capture our imagination.
Just two weeks ago I sat on a Gym floor in Mansfield Ohio. My nephew was playing with his truck and four wheeler toy. We had a great time as the four wheeler and truck did acrobatic feats that could never be done in the real world. What fun it is to imagine and play!
Clay hardens by immobility – men's minds by standing pat. Both lose the power to take new impressions. (Pinchot 1910: 138)