An early childhood memory made itself known to me after reading this:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051219/ap_on_re_eu/britain_hating_barbie.
I didn't have a Ken-doll, only two Barbies and I got it into my head that they were supposed to boink. Don't ask me how old I was, old enough to know that when there're two persons and they're naked things are bound to happen.
Anyway, since I was a young-ish child-ish me, and I didn't have a Ken-doll, one of them got to be the guy. She might not have all the manly parts, but I tried to press her boobies in. Needless to say, I failed. I didn't cut her hair as far as I can remember though. I did have some slight fascination with the whole prisoner-thingy going on already... >.>
In the light of the recent study, and Tweetie's confession that she didn't made them boink; only decapitated and tore their arms off, I really wonder just how healthy our childhoods were.
That was my embarrassing confession for the day.
I'm going to hide now.