You’ve seen the Bratz dolls, right? They’re impossible to miss since they’re marketed like crazy. They have oversized eyes and lips, teensy little waists, and a single facial expression: calm, cool contempt. If these dolls could talk, they’d be saying “You want what I got? Talk to the hand, bitch! I fucked yo boyfriend!”
Even the grotesque Bratz Babyz have this tarted-up “Screw you!” look. Seriously. They really creep me out. Is this nasty attitude really necessary in a toy?
As expected, the Bratz dolls(z?) have been very successful and therefore they’ve expanded this line of snotty little dolls to include “boyz” as well. Wonderful. But these ones don’t really look bitchy…they just look like midget versions of pretentious pretty-boy pop singers. Again, cree-e-e-e-e-p-y.
This brings me to the point of this post (yes, there is one!). Troy recently pointed me to a website which will amaze and horrify you. No, it’s not Michael Jackson’s museum of old noses. It’s not the Ernest Borgnine nude photo collection. It’s worse, oh so much worse! Welcome, if you dare, to one man’s obsession with Bratz Boyz. He has far more information about them than any adult male should have…but just as disturbing (maybe more so) is his massive collection of Ken dolls. Oh yes, the whole site is one giant freak-o-rama.