To be or not to be.
My niece was looking through the American girl catalog with my mother when my little nephew asked to look at it with them. ”Sure” my mom answered thinking it would be fun for them all. Well, after the first 10 pages little D was disappointed that there were only girl dolls. “How come there are no boy dolls, I want the American boy book, where is that one?” My mom had to think about that one. Well, sure enough she found another toy catalog that actually had a boy doll in it. Little D took the book and looked and looked at it. He wanted that boy doll. Of course my mom said “Sure honey I will get it for you.” Now you have to know my mom, first, she has never ordered anything from a catalog in her life and secondly she always says yes to everything and then decides later if she is really going to do it or not. I have been on the “or not” end of alot of her yes’s. Don’t worry, I am in therapy for this. Little D will be in therapy also but for reasons far greater than mine, as you will soon see. Days go by and little D finally asks when Tubie is coming. “Tubie?” Who is Tubie everyone asks. ”You know Tubie, you said you would get him for me, and he still isn’t here grandma”. Tubie? Who the heck is tubie? So little D goes directly to the toy catalog, opens it up to page number 4 and points to the little boy doll, item # 2 – B. Get it? Well, little D wasn’t getting 2-b or not 2-b. My mom could have just ordered up the little boy doll item #2-b, but that just isn’t her style. Instead she went out to the store and bought a girl doll, then she gave the doll a hair cut, then she got boy clothes for the doll and for the grand finale, she scraped off the red lipstick on the girl doll. The transformation was complete. My mother had just created the first transgendered doll. When she presented the doll to little D he was thrilled. He was only 4 at the time. We will excuse him. Little T was 7 and she looked at the doll very suspiciously. She knew something wasn’t quite right but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. And then she boldly announced. “Grandma, that doll is a little weird, and his lips are all scraped up like he cut himself shaving. I don’t think he is a boy doll at all, I think he is a man doll”. Honey, that doll is weird but then so is your wacky grandma. And she left the little white lace topped socks on and the black patent leather shoes. What is that all about, Grandma Teresa? The granny who invented the tranny doll. It looks a little like Clay Aiken when he first tried out on American Idol! Oh 2-B or not 2-B, that is the question.