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Dyes and dolls: multicultural Barbie and the merchandising of difference. (popular commercial doll)
Ducille, Ann. "Dyes and dolls: multicultural Barbie and the merchandising of difference. " differences: A Journal of Feminist Cultural Studies.  6.n1 (Spring 1994): 46(23). General OneFile. Gale. 代写留学生论文Michigan Technological University. 11 Jan. 2009
<https://www.51lunwen.org/StudentPapers.htmlAbstract:
Racial and gender differences have been commercialized by the contemporary commodity culture. This issue is examined using the multicultural Barbie of the 1990s to analyze the racial and sexual messages it sends to children. Toys and games are particularly important social cues that impart prevailing value systems to children. Moreover, the technological sophistication of the recreational products available magnifies this effect to global proportions. The 'ethnic' product development thrust of Mattel Inc. is analyzed.

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The white missionaries who came to Saint Aug's from New England were darling to us. They gave Bessie and me these beautiful china dolls that probably were very expensive. Those dolls were white, of course. You couldn't get a colored doll like that in those days. Well, I loved mine, just the way it was, but do you know what Bessie did? She took an artist's palette they had also given us and sat down and mixed the paints until she came up with a shade of brown that matched her skin. Then she painted that white doll's face! None of the white missionaries ever said a word about it. Mama and Papa just smiled. (Sarah Delany)
This is my doll story (because every black journalist who writes about race gets around to it sometime). Back when I started playing with Barbie, there were no Christies (Barbie's black friend, born in 1968) or black Barbies (born in 1980, brown plastic poured into blond Barbie's mold). I had two blonds, which I bought with Christmas money from girls at school.
I cut off their hair and dressed them in African-print fabric. They lived together (polygamy, I guess) with a black G.I. Joe bartered from the Shepp boys, my downstairs neighbors. After an "incident" at school (where all of the girls looked like Barbie and none of them looked like me), I galloped down our stairs with one Barbie, her blond head hitting each spoke of the banister, thud, thud, thud. And galloped up the stairs, thud, thud, thud, until her head popped off, lost to the graveyard behind the stairwell. Then I tore off each limb, and sat on the stairs for a long time twirling the torso like a baton. (Lisa Jones)
Growing up in the 1950s, in the shadow of the second world war, it was natural for children -- including little black children like my two https://www.51lunwen.org/StudentPapers.htmlbrothers and me -- to want to play war, to mimic what we heard on the radio, what we watched in black and white on our brand new floor model Motorola. In these war games, everyone wanted to be the Allied troops -- the fearless, conquering white male heroes who had made the world safe for democracy, yet again, and saved us all from yellow peril. No one, of course, wanted to play the enemy -- who most often was not the Germans or the Italians but the Japanese. So the enemy became or, more rightly, remained invisible, lurking in bushes we shot at with sticks we pretended were rifles and stabbed at with make-believe bayonets. "Take that," we shouted, libera本论文由英语论文网提供整理，提供论文代写，英语论文代写，代写论文，代写英语论文，代写留学生论文，代写英文论文，留学生论文代写相关核心关键词搜索。