Last spring I got a big surprise when I took my daughter to get her hair cut. She had been talking about wanting to go shorter and with the “it’s hair, it grows back” mentality, we chatted with the hair stylist about lightening things up for the hot Texas summer.
As I was sitting in the lobby trying to keep my 4 year old from hoarding all of the good trains at the train table, I kept hearing her little voice in the distance saying “Nope, shorter.” When she came walking around the corner to grab her post-haircut lollipop, I barely recognized her.
My first thought was “Oh my gosh you look just like Lloyd from Dumb & Dumber”. My second thought was “Oh my gosh, you look adorable and I totally want that haircut.”
For the next few weeks she rode the high of everyone oooooohing and ahhhhing at the dramatic transformation, but it didn’t take long for little accidental comments to start. We couldn’t go to a restaurant without getting a “Have you boys decided what you would like for dinner?” or “What will the little guy be having?” For a while she would just give a glare and place her order, but eventually she developed her canned response of “I’m not a boy. I’m a girl and I love my short hair.”
A couple months later we were driving home from Colorado to Austin and decided to make a stop at the American Girl store in Dallas to use a gift card we had received from Nana. My daughter really wanted a “Just Like Me” doll. Of course out of the 60+ combinations of hair, skin and eye colors and hair variations, none of them were really “just like her” with her short little pixie cut.
I couldn’t really fault American Girl though, as many years of playing amateur Barbie beautician had taught me that it’s really best to keep those little creepy doll hair plugs covered with as much hair as possible (there’s a reason that Ken’s hair is a plastic shell, after all.) And even more, I applaud the fact that they offer a line of dolls without hair for children with hair loss.
Fast forward to Christmas, when she received the LEGO Friend’s Olivia’s House she had been begging for. She already had the Treehouse and Beauty Shop and as much as one could argue that the entire LEGO Friends (‘for girls’) line is gender biased, I have to admit that even my tomboy girl who never had an interest in your typical LEGOs, goes crazy for the Friends line. (That being said, so does my 5-year-old boy.)
After my daughter finished assembling the house, she called me into the room excitedly to see what she had done. Sure, she was excited about the house, but what she was really excited about was that the set came with a dad, Peter, and thanks to a simple hair transplant, for the first time, she had a LEGO Friend that looked like her (and Peter had a pretty sweet glam-rock do).
She was really proud of her “Just like Me” doll and asked, “How come all of the sets don’t come with a short hair cut for the girls? Not all girls have long hair.”
I told her she should send a note to the people at LEGO suggesting they do just that. She did and we got a friendly reply back, which essentially suggested that she could go to the LEGO store and buy any hair she wanted for her girls.
A “meh” response. Honestly, I was kind of hoping for something more.
I mean seriously, how much could it cost to plunk another hair option into each of the LEGO friends sets? A fraction of a cent?
How cool would it be for LEGO Friends to step up and show that not all girls have to have long, flowy hair and ponytails? I would love for LEGO to create a LEGO Friends character who shows that girls can have sassy, pixie “Peter” hair and still be just as cute and girlie as all the other girls at the Heartlake City Pool.
I think it’s time for Olivia to have a new friend move to town. She likes karate, hanging out with the boys and tricking out her motor home to look like this. And she loves her short, sassy hair.
If you enjoyed this post about messing with LEGO Friends’ hair, click over here to see what I can do to an American Girl Doll.
Once upon a time, Susanne Kerns was a Senior Account Director at an advertising agency working for two of the top brands in the world. Nine years ago she traded in her corporate life for a life as a stay at home mom, raising two of the best kids in the world. She started her blog, The Dusty Parachute as a way to dust off her online advertising skills and begin her job search. Instead, she now uses it as a way to spend lots of time on the computer so her kids think that mommy has a job.
Susanne’s essays have been featured in Scary Mommy, BonBon Break and Redbook and she is also a contributor in the upcoming books, It’s Really 10 Months, Special Delivery and Martinis & Motherhood – Tales of Wonder Woe & WTF?! You can follow her on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.