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Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
I don't have a sad story - but this reminded me of the very happy christmas I had once. When we were little we were not allowed to have Barbie or anything pink or girlie or doll-like (except for stretch armstrong) because of the whole gender-stereotyping distorted image of women thing*, so many Christmases were disappointing since all of our friends would get the latest Barbie this and that and we would get an educational board game (although I had meccano and tinker toys and all sorts of good building stuff, so my parents did not give crappy presents. Just non-girly ones).
So this one year our clueless aunt who lived in England sent us all "Sindi" dolls, and accessories, and makeup and all kinds of Sindi crap. I believe Sindi was some sort of UK Barbie equivalent. Of course my parents could not take the gifts away. We could not be more overjoyed. Best Christmas gift ever.
*and yet we developed eating disorders and full-tilt embraced slutty behavior and plastic surgery, so go figure mummy and daddy.
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I had a similar experience. My parents, especially my mother, wouldn't let me have any guns or war related toys as a kid (yet they bought me Star Wars stuff: nobody said they had to be consistent). Anyway, my grandmother visited from abroad and asked me what I wanted most: at the time, it was the GI Joe F-14 Eagle. Man, that thing kicked ass. Anyway, sure enough, Christmas morning rolls around and under the tree I find the F-14. My mother fumed about it for nearly 2 weeks. That plane ruled...
