It was a tough weekend. I came to terms with my hatred of mannequins. In the way of psychological diagnosis I suffer from Pediophobia (fear of dolls). I was at first a little taken back. Because the way I see it, there really is no fear, just hatred. Also, my problem is not with all dolls.
My daughter has a life-size Barbie doll (about 4 feet tall) and I can NOT stand the thing. If I get close enough to it I fight hard to resist temptations to kick the frozen-smiley-face-child-play-thing across the room. Either that or punch the blonde head to the moon. The thing freaks me out! I hate it!
As a good friend proposed in his attempt to counsel..."But why, Pat? Why? Why are you afraid of dolls?" First off, like I said, it is not fear, and B, who gives a rip. Get rid of the doll!
UPDATE: I just realized something very important. All afternoon, while stewing and perseverating in my irrational fear (anger) toward dolls (not all dolls), I kept asking myself "Where did we get that stupid life-size Barbie doll anyways, man I hate that thing." I realized that my mother gave the doll to my daughter as a recent birthday gift. Ooops! Sorry Mom. No offense. No foul. I'll never act on my fear, promise. Still love ya.