Dolphin With Rabies

Life on beautiful Cape Cod.

Monday, September 15, 2003

I Shall Call Her...Mini-Me!

As I was sorting through the mail today at the office, I found this catalog in one of our executive's mail.

MY TWINN...The one-of-a-kind doll created to look like the special child in your life. (tm)

8 eye colors, 4 skin tones, and lifelike face molds created by Master Sculpters match a wide variety of children's face shapes....

We use the highest quality, hair, styled and cut (for an additional fee) by our professional hairdressers for a beautiful likeness....

If you choose, your personalized doll can be hand painted. Even special details like freckles or birthmarks can be added.

All our matching outfits are custom designed with lots of attention to detail for style, comfort and durability.

Creepy little doppelgangers.

My least favorite part of their catalog are the pictures that include Moms. Mom, Daughter and Doll, all with similar coloring, features, hair and matching Mother-Daughter-Doll dresses.

People often treat their kids as no more than extensions of themselves, but it's rare that trait is catered to so explicitly.

A glimpse of infinity can be had by imagining a Pretty Mother with a Pretty Daughter with a Pretty Doll, practicing for the day when she's a Pretty Mother with a Pretty Daughter with a Pretty Doll and...

Yeesh.

And, there's something curiously Sunset Boulevard about a woman having one of these.

I do have to admit, I would have loved a My Twinn as a little girl. But, the company's marketing gives me the willies. The eternal tryptech of trophy doll, trophy little girl, and trophy wife.