It's Wednesday, and that can only mean one thing: yet another bundle of
joy from the good people at Paradise Galleries. M found this one, so you know who to thank for any resulting nightmares.This repulsive creature
doesn't even have a name. Just the compulsory references to God. Tell me, y'all... does this even look like a human baby? I THINK NOT. I begin to wonder if the celebrated doll artists at Paradise Galleries have even SEEN any actual human babies. My gut says no.
This ghastly display is presumably meant to be some sort of tribute to premature babies. The collector is encouraged to "bless this little girl with love and make her happy as she grows." This sends chills down my spine, and totally not in a good way. That is not a little girl. That, friends, is a pretzel with what appears to be a crude attempt at facial features. Plus 'she' (it?) has a square head.
There's no polite way to say it: this creeps me right the fuck out. And I have a high creep-out threshold. Also: who buys this stuff? Are there really people out there who have curio cabinets filled with various grotesqueries, lovingly crafted in GentleTouch™ vinyl? The very thought fills me with a deep Lovecraftian sense of dread.