When they first came out my sister got some for Christmas. I lusted over them, and eventually got one of my own. I brought it with me when my Dad took me out to the country to visit some friend of his and the boys there made fun of me for playing with dolls, though I insisted it wasn't. I shoulda just stuck with Barbie.
She seems like a sweet lady, but it's obvious that her husband and her daughter are long past the point of being amused, annoyed and worried, and are now openly creeped out by her obsession. Maybe some intensive family therapy sessions will be needed very soon.
I don't remember now - probably green as that was my most often favorite color. But my sister had one with white hair, which was really rare then and the one I wanted most.
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I would imagine the attraction of troll dolls has always been the ugly baby angle. Girls probably like imagining the heroic motherly love that accepts an ugly baby. It is akin to the dating phenomenon in which the girl chooses the rebel, and fancies herself his redeemer and domesticator.
IIRC the one with white hair had the initials "FUK" stamped on it, which indicated it was a genuine original Wish-Nik and not a just a knock-off. They were given by an Aunt who was a model in New York.
I don't recall making any wishes on them, but I think I must have given it a shot.
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IIRC the one with white hair had the initials "FUK" stamped on it, which indicated it was a genuine original Wish-Nik and not a just a knock-off. They were given by an Aunt who was a model in New York.
I don't recall making any wishes on them, but I think I must have given it a shot.
Did I tell the story about how my Mom parked a shopping cart with me in it near a Barbie display and I rubbed the flocked head of the display Ken doll till it was bald, and that you reminded me of one?
I wasn't being mean - he doesn't remind me of a bald Ken. It's just that often when I've seen his various avatars I feel the impulse that I'd like to rub his fuzzy head, and it's reminded me of my childhood shopping cart incident so often I really can't remember if I've mentioned it before.