This weekend I was cruising through one of my women's magazines. I suppose the subscriptions to Women's Day, Family Circle, and Good Housekeeping are something I could give up, but they seduce me every subscription renewal time with deals that seem so cheap at the time that I go ahead and pay the $10 for an annual subscription.
The thing I got caught up in this time was the advertisements for dolls. Now, doll collecting is not my cup of tea. I understand there must be a giant market for it--there are about 5 different advertisements in each magazine for dolls sold to adults. And they do a booming business with QVC and HSN, according to some statistics I read.
Okay, so I think having shelves and shelves of dolls looking at you, standing in rows, not being played with, would be a little disconcerting.
But the newest doll is the creepiest of all. It BREATHES. Yep. You too can own a doll that is "so realistic, she even breathes."
I don't want to be sitting in my office at night and hear something breathing behind me.
I just don't.
And somehow it strikes me as ineffably sad.