Golden Globes, Monster High and Redefining Beautiful



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Golden Globes, Monster High Dolls and Redefining Beautiful

I love watching award shows. I suspect about 90% of the people who watch them are like me. We just want to make fun of what the people are wearing. The Golden Globes on Sunday did not disappoint.  Everyone seemed to competing for the Worst Dressed List, I mean seriously, what is this?

 


Even for a group of actors, there were very few "normal" people. Yes, I know it's Hollywood. Why would I expect them to be normal?  As I chatted on twitter, we noticed there seemed to be three extremes. 
Painfully thin
Stereotypical Big and Beautiful 
or
Old.

When did this happen?

 
Breaks my heart. 


Shouldn't there be a few people who look like you and me? I mean, if they aren't real people but play one television, shouldn't at least one or two look..., well, ordinary? 

Honestly, I didn't spend much time pondering the philosophical quandaries of the American standard of beauty until I was sweating my tail off on the treadmill, staring at these: 
If you aren't familiar,
These are Monster High Dolls. 
They are the current generation's anti-Barbie. I grew up a proud owner of more blonde plastic dolls with questionably logistical figures than anyone should ever have, but I don't remember consciously comparing myself to her or believing that was how a woman "should" look to be thought of as beautiful. 

I could proudly say I don't feel my daughter are being influenced by this either... until you see this.

So, tell me your story.
What is your definition of beauty? 
Do you think the world is really looking for frail, skin-pulled-taunt-over-a-skeleton types? Or Big, round and proud? Or somewhere in between? 

Can you reassure me my daughter isn't going to dye her hair and her skin blue in an attempt to become Frankie Stein? Feel free to lie, it's okay.