Last year, in honour of International Women’s Day, I destroyed a toy that I believe lowered the glass ceiling for my daughter and didn’t help my son’s view of women. On March 8, 2010, I gave Stripper Barbie a funeral. I’ve reposted the You Tube video below.
If you want to read more about what what prompted me to give Barbie a funeral, check out my post from last year, International Women’s Day, Movies, and Stripper Barbie.
This year, I have nothing so dramatic to destroy on March 8 except for a pair of girls’ red shoes. These shoes are heeled and are no doubt made from the carcinogen family of plastics. For a couple of years now, Vivian (and occasionally William) have paraded around in them, slipping every third step. It’s rather like watching Bambi trying to stand on ice. Generally I toss the shoes back into our dress up box before a trip to the ER is required. Then, a month or so later, I hear the clip clop of uncertain steps again.
It’s not so much the colour of the shoes that bothers me: Dorothy’s red sparkly footwear helped her return to Kansas, and I have my own peep toe pumps that make me stand well over 6’ tall. I’m all for fun footwear.
But I cringe when kids are strapped into heels that cause them to walk as though their feet have been bound since birth. If I cared enough, I’d critique Tom and Katie over their choices in Suri’s footwear, but I don’t. Other people can equip their children how they see fit.
All I really know is that I want my daughter to be able to take confident strides; she’ll need them to climb through the glass ceiling.
Cue the dirge for the funeral procession. Rest in peace, trashy-girl shoes.