But you know I had to run and set my DVR to record it.
Apparently, there is a woman in England who makes these dolls. Not just any dolls, but they look like actual, real, living, breathing newborns that she calls "reborns" (kind of a creepy name in itself..but anyway...) They are complete with veins and beating hearts and all. Watch the clip and you'll see her approach a couple in the grocery store, and offer to sell them her "baby". It takes quite a while for the man and woman to really believe this is a doll she is talking about. God bless the wife, she can't even bring herself to touch it. Not sure I would either.
But that is not the funky part.
There are women who are buying these dolls, and actually caring for them as though they were alive. Um...what? At first, I am thinking hello, freaks, but then as I watched the clip, I started to feel sad for them. They showed a bit of one woman who apparently lost her son, and (I guess) is using this doll as some sort of fill-in for her child (???)
I am not sure what my reaction would be if I saw some pitiful woman at the park, with one of these dolls in a stroller, or if I went to a friend's house one day to find her diapering, singing, and talking to one of these dolls. I would think she was totally off the reservation, and needed help. But, I will reserve a more complete opinion (don't want to use the word "judgement" here) for when I see the whole show. It is on at 2 a.m., so unless I have another night like last night, powered by super-caffeinated Lipton, I hope to be sound asleep at that time. I luvz my DVR.
Here is a little about "My Fake Baby"
Thursday, October 2, 2008
This is just damned weird...
Posted by Trace at 10:57 AM
Labels: Those nutty Brits...
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