For some reason, I often have the jingle for the “Cherry Merry Muffin” doll in my head. I don’t know why, it’s just one of those things from the 80s that has permeated my subconscious and I will never be able to let go of. So the other day I was tunelessly singing along to it in my head, when I started to actually think about the lyrics and I stopped cold:
Meet Cherry Merry Muffin
She cooks sweet
She looks sweet
And she smells sweet too
So just like everything a woman should be, right? What in ever loving fuck is that all about? Scary thing is, I remember wanting this doll, badly. Who wouldn’t want an adorable little woman who smells as good as her muffins? I wonder what kind of message this gave to me as a little girl: just keep on smiling and make some pies, sunshine.
When I have a daughter, there will be no Cherry Merrys to be seen. It will be “Supreme Court Sally” and “Prime Minister Priscilla,” or nothing.
Maybe I’m overreacting. I mean, when I was a little girl I loved fairy princesses and still turned out to be an adamant feminist. Although I do like to smell good … and I still actually do like fairy princesses.
Word of the day:
Misogyny: hatred, dislike, or mistrust of women.