THESE DOLLS ARE NOT TOYS
they're cries for help.
This could be the creepiest thing I've ever
seen:
The ad showed up in my mailbox about a week ago, and it's still freaking me out. The vacant, soulless eyes. The weird little I Melt for No One hat and outfit. The big, disembodied hand dangling that rosy-cheeked little mutant over the colorful bowl of M&Ms. I don't know whether to fear it -- I have a sneaking suspicion that fangs lurk behind those puckered lips, and that it won't be long before the little creature grows up and joins The Brood -- or feel sorry for it. And, worse still, I don't know whether I'm supposed to play with it or eat it.
The fine print in the lower left clears up that last point -- These dolls are not toys; they are fine collectibles to be enjoyed by adult collectors. -- and then creeps me out all the more. Because somehow the thought of people buying and eating these things isn't nearly as disturbing as the thought of people buying and curating and displaying and admiring them.
Secretly feeding your inner cannibal is one thing; openly indulging your inner pedophile is quite another.
[Update, 4:32pm: Three inquiries later, I figure I should note that yes, this ad IS real, and no, I'm NOT making it up. I swear.]
The ad showed up in my mailbox about a week ago, and it's still freaking me out. The vacant, soulless eyes. The weird little I Melt for No One hat and outfit. The big, disembodied hand dangling that rosy-cheeked little mutant over the colorful bowl of M&Ms. I don't know whether to fear it -- I have a sneaking suspicion that fangs lurk behind those puckered lips, and that it won't be long before the little creature grows up and joins The Brood -- or feel sorry for it. And, worse still, I don't know whether I'm supposed to play with it or eat it.
The fine print in the lower left clears up that last point -- These dolls are not toys; they are fine collectibles to be enjoyed by adult collectors. -- and then creeps me out all the more. Because somehow the thought of people buying and eating these things isn't nearly as disturbing as the thought of people buying and curating and displaying and admiring them.
Secretly feeding your inner cannibal is one thing; openly indulging your inner pedophile is quite another.
[Update, 4:32pm: Three inquiries later, I figure I should note that yes, this ad IS real, and no, I'm NOT making it up. I swear.]
Posted: Thu - August 21, 2008 at 08:40 AM
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