What the heck does her normally silent, smiling boyfriend Ken think of this?
You’ve already read about the havoc and evil which are The Smurfs, and indeed what greater evil they can precipitate. [see earlier link here: Who Hates the Smurfs?]
Have a look at this:
Barbie Tehran clip
(If this clip does not play, my apologies. Please click here:http://www.memritv.org/clip/en/3292.htm
Shocked? Let’s review the transcript. There is far more non-plasticity here than meets the eye. [Quote]
Majid Qadiri of the Iranian Center for Early Childhood Development Criticizes the “Cultural Invasion” of the Islamic World by Barbie Dolls
Following are excerpts from an interview with Majid Qadiri, head of the toy department at the Iranian Center for Early Childhood Development, which aired on Al-Alam TV on January 25, 2012:
Majid Qadiri: [Toys] have an evident influence on children. [It is harmful] to dress dolls in the best clothes of the best quality, in keeping with the culture that children see in cartoons and in the cinema. But if these are in keeping with our national and Islamic ideology, [our children] will not be subject to a cultural invasion.
This is what the Islamic world is dealing with today. It has been invaded by foreign dolls and toys, like Barbie dolls and others, which are sold to children. These dolls should not be bought, because they have an impact on the mentality of children, and when these children reach adolescence and can choose for themselves, they will find themselves in a situation where the invading culture is dominant.
Interviewer: You mentioned, for example, Barbie dolls, which are very popular in our society. How have the dolls you manufacture been received by children and parents?
Majid Qadiri: We concentrate on making Iranian dolls. It should be pointed out that it is forbidden to bring Barbie dolls into this country. We don’t want to import other dolls to Iran either. If you find these dolls in Iranian markets, they must have been smuggled in. We want to create an environment that is appropriate for children, in which they can benefit from playing with dolls with value in the cultural sense. This can give a boost to culture among children, who will not be influenced by the imported culture. […] [ENDS]
Apart from the recent accounts commemorating D-Day, the Normandy Landing or perhaps the history of fruit flies, when’s the last time you saw three (3) consecutive paragraphs using either the word “invasion” or “invaded”?
This man’s reaction harkens to what must have been the fear of invasion which Field Marshal Manfred Rommel set in the hearts of his Italian allies, and which sent them off to even longer lunches on some Roman piazza, perhaps the lovely Ristorante Santa Lucia on the Piazza Navona?
At first glance, the bearded chap on the sofa, dressed as he is in wool sports jacket, pressed trousers, turtleneck and decent shoes, looks reasonable enough.
After all, he’s wearing what I’d call “Standard-I-Come-From-Any-University’s-Philosophy-Department” uniform.
Only when he opens his mouth does one realize what a determined foe he really is of America’s iconic contribution to world civilization, the noble Barbie, who despite nowadays being 59 years old [yep, that’s a mere one (1) year away from her free (off-peak, only) bus pass in London], she’s apparently had enough Brazilian or Beverly Hills ‘body work’ to keep her looking, well, totally unchanged.
Truth be told, ‘Barbie’s not really all that ‘all-American’ after all. This young pony-tailed gal began ‘life’ in 1953 as Lilli, a feature in a cartoon strip in Bild-Zeitung, the decidedly Zeitung für Arbeiter (‘newspaper for the worker’) in Hamburg, Germany.
The cartoonist had Lilli commenting upon various topics ranging from:
fashion (To a policeman who told her that two-piece-swimsuits are banned: “Which piece do you want me to take off?”), to
politics (“Of course I’m interested in politics; no one should ignore the way some politicians dress!”) and,
necessity, (“I could do without balding old men but my budget couldn’t!”), and my favorite,
the beauty of nature (“The sunrise is so beautiful that I always stay late at the nightclub to see it!”).
Bild newspaper decided to make a Lilli doll and commissioned a German company to do just that. Alas, their effort was short-lived.
In 1964, Mattel swooped in, bought the rights, and, hey presto! Lilli became a ‘naturalized American’ whose name was changed, perhaps to protect prudish provincials on the other side of the pond from Lilli’s smarty-pants tongue. She was now ‘Barbie’.
As the father of a son, I never had to contend with this vixen and her ilk, but then again, I’m a student of Life as she comes, so in I delve.
In the tv interview, I found the perched, pert princess of Barbie-pink almost plaintive as she said: “…Barbie dolls…are very popular in our society”.
That was it. She broke Rule #1 laid down by one of the greatest 7th Century minds of all time, the man whom the French, bless ‘em, gave ‘sanctuary’ from the ‘evils’ of The Shah of Iran.
When The Shah went abroad on his annual medical checkup, the Shah came to Vienna. My then-role in his travels? Gawker, student-grade.
Picture the scene. Motorcycle police, sirens blaring, motorcycle outriders on all four sides of a then very long stretch Mercedes 600.
Destination? The Hotel Imperial, of course, on the Ringstrasse in Vienna.
[The entryway from inside looking out]
The Shah and his svelte, lovely lady, who reminded one more of a rather-prettier Jackie Kennedy than anything else, would alight, wave to the crowds, and then disappear into the splendor as only The Imperial can deliver it.
Alas, I was left to hop onto my tram, which then and now stops just outside The Imperial’s portico. As I rattled my way back to the flat, I kept thinking just how nice all that could be.
Ah well, back to the man who is at the very root of our bearded toymakers’ rant, and the silliness of having a lovely woman enshrouded in all that pink cloth while enduring the roasting temperatures reached in a television studio.
One refers to Ayatollah Khomeini, a man who not even Mattel could ever make warm and fuzzy, or especially when his diktat for the future of his flock is:
“Allah did not create man so that he could have fun. The aim of creation was for mankind to be put to the test through hardship and prayer. An Islamic regime must be serious in every field. There are no jokes in Islam. There is no humor in Islam. There is no fun in Islam. There can be no fun and joy in whatever is serious.”
It is reported that the first and only time that Ayatollah Khomeini ever smiled was when he sat next to Yasser Arafat in Tehran in 1979.
Arafat was then top dog of the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO) terror group which has nowadays morphed into the Fatah/PLO Party in the ‘Palestinian Authority’; the name changed, nothing much else has.
Arafat was the first foreign ‘dignitary’ (sic) —actually the first official terrorist — who came to Iran after Iranian generals were summarily executed by order of criminals such as Dr. Ibrahim Yazdi (now a “reformist” in Iran’s current system).
After four opponents of Khomeini were brutally executed (15 Feb.1979), Arafat and Khomeini hugged each other and smiled.
[The Khomeini-Arafat Cuddle]
For the, say, 80 million people of Iran, “There can be no fun and joy in whatever is serious” is itself a complete if sad joke.
Their living standards are dropping apace because the current President is dead-set, to coin a phrase, on bringing about the End of the World so that he can make it to Paradise.
My hope is that youth will prevail. The median age for both men and women in Iran is about 26. Even I – at that age – had some sense of humor; well, a bit.
What a pity we never got to see a head-to-head matchup between Ayatollah Khomeini and Groucho Marx!
[Groucho Marx with Marilyn Monroe]
Forgotten or never knew Groucho’s comedic skills? Try resisting this:
If this does not play, my apologies. Please click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTR-G9NpGNI&feature=related
Any bets on who’d die, on the spot, either from laughter or the evil infidel’s cigar smoke?
Rewriting history is strenuous, thirsty business.
Khomeini or not, make mine a double. And, yours is…?
For a really rather sad look at how far some young women who are old enough to know better have themselves carved up to become ‘Barbie’, even in The Ukraine, see: Ukrainian Barbie lookalike, age 21
The Middle East Media Research Institute in suburban Washington, D.C., a 501(c)(3) charitable organization; http://www.memritv.org/clip/en/3292.htm, http://www.memritv.org/clip_transcript/en/3292.htm
For a really rather sad look at how far some young women who are old enough to know better have themselves carved up to become Barbie, even in The Ukraine, see: http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/health/2012/04/23/the-real-life-ukrainian-barbie-doll/