I have hazel eyes - a sort of mottled gold, green and brown mess. When I was a little girl I spotted a doll in the store who had the same color eyes and I fell in LOOOOVE with her, because she took something that I didn't like about myself (my mom has light blue eyes, so I always wanted those) and made it pretty. I felt the same way about any dolls with brown hair, as I was pretty close to developing a complex due to having dark hair in the 80s, when not only my Barbies, but also all my adult female relatives had bleach-blonde hair.
American Girl came out with the dolls that you could customize the features of right when they were very popular for my age. My Grandma got me one that looked exactly like me, and it spooked the crap out of anyone who saw me with it.
Most of my dolls were hand-me-downs, so I never really got to choose. Half were stuffed animals. Many were handicapped. No one was spared my teacher-ly wrath.
Somewhat related: On Halloween, I had to go to the DMV and stand in line. On the plus side, a Hispanic guy had brought in his two adorable daughters (ages approx. 3-4) who were dressed as Tiana and Sleeping Beauty, respectively. The Tiana dress got the majority of the compliments. (Sleeping Beauty was mostly interested in wreaking havoc in the waiting area.)
My parents bought me a doll that looked like me after my sister told me I was adopted (I wasn't). She claimed that it was obvious I wasn't my parents' kid since I didn't look like anyone else in the family with my blue eyes and blonde hair and that my baby pictures were all fake. My mom was ginger and my dad and sister dark-haired. I'm not sure how the doll was supposed to help, but it did. My sister later overextended her story and lost me as a believer when she made the additional claim that our parents adopted me from the Indian reservation that used to be where our neighborhood was before the reservation was taken back by the government and we built our house over their graveyard. I was at least smart enough not to believe that.
For centuries, super-high-end dollmakers have specialized in making dolls that looked just like their clients' kids (see: A Little Princess); maybe this is just the democratization of something that's been available to the upper classes for around 400 years.
I absolutely wanted a doll that looked like me, but that didn't exist when I was a little girl (I was born in 1984). My mom refused to buy white Barbies (or dolls of any sort, much as I pleaded for a Molly doll), but she did give me her Nurse Julia Barbie doll, which was as close to my skin color as anything I ever encountered growing up.
There's also the effect the child's family and close acquaintances has on how the child feels about their own appearance. The inclination to prefer the white doll may be due to societal influences, but it can also be caused by how the family deals with race in the household. Speaking from the perspective of being (darker-skinned) black, some of the ugliest and most racially insidious things I heard were from other black people, particularly from my family or close acquaintances. "Nappy-headed" and "burnt-black", just to name a couple. Doesn't really instill a great sense of pride.
I would be afraid if my parents bought a doll that looked like me. What if they were replacing me with a more appealing version of me, one that didn't leave legos all over the basement or sing show tunes all the time. OR what if the doll was determined to become me? And it convinced me parents to love it more before slicing me into tiny parts and hiding me in various rooms of the house, thus fulfilling her blood quota and becoming a demon spawn who rules the world!
This doll issue goes deeper than inherent social discrimination, guys. We need to stop with dolls and only produce stuffed animals.
@Snowbunny: Better yet. Let's stop depicting the way people look. Let's stop with dolls, robots, pictures, magazines, actors, cartoons of real people, photos, etc. Let's get rid of everything that's not pictures of cats on Internet with captions and pictures of cheeseburgers.
I always chose dolls based on which one came with the coolest outfit. Though I'm white, my favorite Barbie as a kid was one that was vaguely Asian with long, black, crimped hair and a badass orange outfit.
I was always so happy when I found a Barbie who had the green and brown flecks in her eyes, because that was the closest to my actual eyes. It's not that I wanted a doll to look just like me, I just liked the reaffirmation that not all blondes had to have blue eyes.
@CurtCole: Considering Barbie's feet were the most delicious part of the doll, I think you just added a whole new level to that age old "nature vs. nurture" question with regards to sexuality...
True fact: I used to babysit this little boy who loved to get dressed up in princess garb and play witches or Sailor Moon. Super cute kid and his parents just let him go for it. I've always wondered what happen to him... #lilyskids
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This doll issue goes deeper than inherent social discrimination, guys. We need to stop with dolls and only produce stuffed animals.
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If I wanted children, I'd be looking forward to how that panned out.
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