Now this whole prototype thing is something my sister was interested in… and it’s hard to believe this was almost 20 years ago. But we were trying to figure this out back then and at the time her son was inseparable from his Little Mermaid, Ariel doll.
Yeah. She would let her son run around with a doll when he was six years old and his father was hysterically pissed about it. But there was no way you could come from my family to not let your son have a doll, so whatever. That kid went everywhere with that doll. And he was happy about it, believe me.
We were standing outside the mall:
“Just watch,” she said, inhaling from her cigarette. These kids? This generation of boys? They’re gonna hit high school and if you happen to be a red-haired Pisces, you’re going to very, very popular. You’re going to have yourself a hell of a lot of dates!”
I just laughed.
“Can you imagine? All these little boys growing up and every single one of them is going to be looking for Ariel. Ariel!!!!” she called out in a yearning voice. “Where are you, Ariiiiel…”
We both laughed, snorting the way we do, and she stubbed out her cigarette. “Okay, let’s go back in. We have shopping to do before my son comes home with his string of redheads. And when this happens, I swear I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
So there you go. Her son sees Little Mermaid and I see a veritable buffet of Spanish butts on the walls and doors of my childhood home. And I do think this plays into a person’s imprint.
But it’s so personal. Why doesn’t my sister go for matadors? She grew up with the bullfighters too. Why didn’t she respond? Because she didn’t. In fact, I would say she finds them cheesy which is completely incomprehensible to me!
No. The root is even deeper. And it makes me think of those parents… say they have three boys. And they give them all the same haircut as if they’re stamping out carbon copies. Good luck with that. People are individuals.