Golly!

Hmm, been working this morning and back at work this evening, fancy doing a bit of knitting to pass the time. Last year I went through a phase of knitting scarves to occupy myself in front of the TV, and I managed several pretty good ones. So what to knit next? I think maybe golliwog jumpers for all my friends, as modelled by this delightful family here. Except of course I am not allowed to say "golliwog" any more as apparently it's racist. I seem to remember recently a shopkeeper of an old-fashioned toy shop being told by police to remove his window display of several golliwogs in case it offended people. Well, political correctness gone mad I say. When I was about four I was entered into a dancing competition, and I had to sing a song about a golliwog coming to tea (which I fear my parents may still have on tape somewhere), and I had a couple of knitted gollies, one in red dungarees, and a girl in a yellow dress. Might see if I've still got them at my parents house as they deserve to be proudly displayed.
What I find a lot more disturbing in the toy world than golliwogs, are those awful Bratz dolls. If anyone was entitled to be offended by being represented by a doll, then I think I should be, as a young(ish) woman - they appear to be modelled on slutty prostitute-types with permanently bored expressions. I wouldn't be happy encouraging young girls to model themselves on these pouty midriff-baring tarts, I call for a return to nice dolls with pretty dresses and stuff! I reckon my mum must have had an easy time with me, I wasn't into dolls at all, I had one Sindy who wasn't played with much, as I liked bears and played for hours dressing them in old baby clothes and special outfits (kept in the wardrobe my dad made for them).