A Challenge In Acceptable

Once upon a time considered racist, then back in boutique vogue. Golly Wogs. Yes, living in Australia I can see how that definitely has racial overtones, which is very unfortunate for racism is not a nice thing, but a Golly Wog is a rather superb item in any toy chest. Something loved and adored. This one is a Golly Doily, something extra special and previously unseen in my visual spectrum until I laid my eyes upon it, hanging lonely in a dressing room, shining its own brand of happy upon all who cared to look. And very happy it is, quite sweet as well. But I'm not brave enough to delve deeper into its history in case I find something untoward and not very pleasant. Is this what they call putting your head in the sand? Maybe, or maybe I only wish to see happy for some time and is there anything wrong with that? But as I write this another thought pops up, I wonder what percentage of children in the world get at least one own toy in childhood to call their own? I imagine there are millions of kids who grow up never owning a teddy or dolly or what have you. That is a sobering thought, and delays my "only happy" reality for a while yet replaces it with something better, a note to express gratefulness, right along with awareness.

SUGARBEE XX   20/03/13