Bimbo

All this fuss about Miss Bimbo, the online game that allows kids to become “the most famous and beautiful bimbo in the world!” She’s called a bimbo for start, give kids some credit, they know that’s bad! Yes it’s a bit sinister and I doubt the makers have much regard for their fans, but it is only a game that reflects reality. I get so cross at the way little girls are portrayed as defenceless, brainless little angels waiting to be corrupted. They can think, you know! And a silly online game isn’t going to sway a child towards cosmetic surgery if it isn’t already inclined to indulge. The truth is that little girls are always going to feel inadequate about something. When I was four I used to try to scrub the appearance of veins from my wrists, so that I could have flawless skin like Snow White! And I had automatic respect for anyone who was allowed pierced ears. I rammed drawing pins into all my dolls’ earlobes, hacked at their hair, performed open heart surgery on them and eventually discarded them in the bottom of my dressing up box, as my mother lamented their perfect curls and porcelain complexions.

 

Yes, I had to have it explained to me that if Barbie’s proportions existed on a real person, she’d be in a freak show. Look at the size of her head compared with her hands! This made me feel a lot better.

 

But playing at Miss Bimbo, a kid knows what’s fake and why. It shows her that being a bimbo is a full time occupation that leaves little room for anything meaningful. She knows her bimbo looks the way she does because she’s spent thousands on boob jobs and face lifts. She won’t be allowed to have them until she’s an adult and she’ll be long finished with the game by then. But for now, she can play grown ups and learn about what’s instore. That’s probably better for a little girl than gazing wistfully at Barbie and genuinely wondering why she doesn’t look like her.

 

I’m a bit more disturbed by the sugar daddy bonus though…