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Reborn .. nepbabys..wie houd ervan??
donderdag 9 april 2009 om 12:52
n.a.v het babypruikentopic kwam ik al surfend dit tegen.. reborn dolls, waarom???
There were a few women featured in the documentary. One was very sad, someone who had looked after her grandchild as a baby due to his mother's illness, and then had lost him because her daughter recovered and went off to New Zealand with the baby. I could understand why she wanted a grandson subsstitute, but it made me sad that there are so many families around who could do with an adopted granny with real children that she could hug, and instead of finding them she found a rubber baby.
One of the women was as mad as a box of fish, and had multiple fake babies because the real thing might make a noise or ruin its clothes. She made me very glad that she could have rubber babies and not the real thing. While most real parents hate that whole lugging around the pram and bottle and nappy bags thing, she loved all that - for a pretend baby. I think the truth is she is still a little girl at heart, and couldn't bear not to be the focus of everyone attention. If she takes her fantasy too much further she may find herself the centre of everyone attention - down at the local psychiatric ward.
Another woman who briefly appeared seemed to have a toy show in her house, hundreds of babies in cots crammed into a room. That seemed a bit obsessive compulsive really.
I think some of them are fantastics works of art in the realism, but I agree with others that the more real they are, the more creepy. In general, although I am a woman, I found the men's reactions to them most normal... nearly all regarded them as disturbing and macabre.
About woman who collect fake baby's
There were a few women featured in the documentary. One was very sad, someone who had looked after her grandchild as a baby due to his mother's illness, and then had lost him because her daughter recovered and went off to New Zealand with the baby. I could understand why she wanted a grandson subsstitute, but it made me sad that there are so many families around who could do with an adopted granny with real children that she could hug, and instead of finding them she found a rubber baby.
One of the women was as mad as a box of fish, and had multiple fake babies because the real thing might make a noise or ruin its clothes. She made me very glad that she could have rubber babies and not the real thing. While most real parents hate that whole lugging around the pram and bottle and nappy bags thing, she loved all that - for a pretend baby. I think the truth is she is still a little girl at heart, and couldn't bear not to be the focus of everyone attention. If she takes her fantasy too much further she may find herself the centre of everyone attention - down at the local psychiatric ward.
Another woman who briefly appeared seemed to have a toy show in her house, hundreds of babies in cots crammed into a room. That seemed a bit obsessive compulsive really.
I think some of them are fantastics works of art in the realism, but I agree with others that the more real they are, the more creepy. In general, although I am a woman, I found the men's reactions to them most normal... nearly all regarded them as disturbing and macabre.
About woman who collect fake baby's
donderdag 9 april 2009 om 12:59
quote:RosieRo schreef op 09 april 2009 @ 12:56:
o horror, je zal maar als passant of vage kennis een praatje maken met dat mens en dan even dat mollige handje aaien..
KOUD RUBBER! IEK!Ik vond laatst mn oude babypop van vroeger en ik kwam er mee naar beneden; op de schouder als of het mn jongste van zeven maanden was. De oudste, 2.5, ziet me, roept de naam van de baby, wil haar handje pakken en deinst achteruit.... Zo zielig. Had ik vantevoren niet gedacht (nu is het weer goed hoor, tussen pop en dochter. Pop heet Madelief en dochter noemt haar 'lieve maatje')
o horror, je zal maar als passant of vage kennis een praatje maken met dat mens en dan even dat mollige handje aaien..
KOUD RUBBER! IEK!Ik vond laatst mn oude babypop van vroeger en ik kwam er mee naar beneden; op de schouder als of het mn jongste van zeven maanden was. De oudste, 2.5, ziet me, roept de naam van de baby, wil haar handje pakken en deinst achteruit.... Zo zielig. Had ik vantevoren niet gedacht (nu is het weer goed hoor, tussen pop en dochter. Pop heet Madelief en dochter noemt haar 'lieve maatje')
donderdag 9 april 2009 om 13:07
donderdag 9 april 2009 om 13:08
Ow als antwoord op je vraag. Ik hou hier dus niet van. Ik zie het nu voor het eerst, maar ik vindt het maar creepy.
Ze bestaan, het is moeilijk te verstaan. Je wilt het niet horen, toch ben je samen met een geest geboren. In je zit een geest die leeft, die je soms moeilijkheden geeft. Eigenlijk is een geest heel fijn, anders zou je toch nooit geboren zijn?
donderdag 9 april 2009 om 13:17
