Meet Olivia. She’s eight years old and she loves architecture.
When she’s not playing with her LEGO (seriously, how great is LEGO?) she’s reading up on her favourite architect, Frank Lloyd Wright. She also likes reading Dwell Magazine… an architecture journal. (Sheesh girl! What a little legend.)
But just the other day, Olivia opened up her favourite magazine and something caught her eye that she REALLY didn’t like.
Dwell was running a piece on the new Architect Barbie. The magazine was praising Barbie’s manufacturer Mattel for providing a much-needed representation of female architects (who only number 17% of their profession in the US.) But Olivia knew that this wasn’t how she and her friends played with their toys. She wrote in a letter to the editor telling them so.
In other words, Olivia called bullshit.
“Dear Dwell,
I really like reading the Dwell magazines, and I have a comment about the article “Girl Talk” (July/August 2012.)
If you’re going to send a girl an architect Barbie, then you should send something about architecture with it so that she knows what that doll means. Otherwise, she might use that Barbie for a different purpose, like putting its clothes on a different Barbie doll and forgetting about it.
You could send LEGO blocks, or a book, like ‘You Can Be a Woman Architect’ (Cascade Pass 1992) or Architecto, a game where you have to figure out what blocks are used to make the models on the cards. Also, you could send the girl a link to the Frank Lloyd Wright Architect Studio 3D, so she could build a house in 3-D.
I myself like architecture books and books about Frank Lloyd Wright, but that might not encourage other girls because, after all, Frank Lloyd Wright was a man.
I also like to build with wooden blocks, LEGOs, pillows, chairs and blankets.
Sincerely,
Olivia Steger, eight years old”
For my first birthday I received a Thomas the Tank Engine ride-on toy. My grandma was adamant that it would be the first in a long line of perfectly practical, completely unisex toys that her first grandchild would play with. And when her behaviour was questioned, she turned to my uncle and said: “Girls do drive, you know.”
Unfortunately, at subsequent birthdays I received a doll shopping trolley. And a doll pram. And a doll stroller (so different.) While the ‘boy toys,’ ‘unisex toys’ or even just the ‘toys that don’t wear a pink, sparkly tutu’ did occasionally appear in the toybox my sisters and I shared, Thomas didn’t stand a chance.
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When my daughter was small I had to explain when sending out the birthday party invites, "please don't give her a Barbie". She never played with dolls and was never interested in any type of girly toy. I was exactly the same. Funny how genetics work.
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