The Dollie Dwelling

When I arrived at the store, I came to an appalling realization that the money I had couldn’t even buy a tiny pair of green doll shoes at this gargantuan store. My little 7 year old world came crashing down. Before then, I had

Throughout the year we have read many stories where reality and fantasy come into question. Once again we have this same problem with “The Youngest Doll”. What makes us question reality or fantasy in the story is the vivid description the author gives of the dolls that the aunt makes for the girls. With the description of the “wax mask of the child’s face” or the “porcelain of the hands and face”, it gives off the allusion that what may seem as a reality may in fact be a fantasy and it is that allusion that gives off the feeling of uncanniness. This is not the only theme that is displayed throughout the story, the others being “eyes”, as well as women being

II. A little clay doll shorter than a foot is what really makes them curious. This little foreign doll reveals more about me and my character more than anything in my room. [Thesis Statement]

room. After 10-15 minutes, the child was asked to find the doll in the smaller room. If they were

There truly is something special about being with senior individuals of my community. I was able to realize this from my service project with Mrs. Dollie, an elder at my church. Mrs. Dollie is currently 73 years old; she’s been attending my church for many years and has been a faithful servant of the Lord for decades. Sadly, Mrs. Dollie has a handicap husband and she’s his primary caretaker, and at that, she’s only 4 foot 9. These few factors, in particular, allowed me to move in being a servant to Mrs. Dollie. Overall, my experience was great, Mrs. Dollie was welcoming and courtesy, along with that she didn’t make me do any extraneous task. Lastly, the one thing I loved about Mrs. Dollie the most was how willing she was to give me spiritual

The winsome young lady sits neatly on the gray cement of the balcony, gracing the curious passerby with her stillness, hands folded primly on her lap. She resembles a beautiful porcelain doll, one that is meant to please the eyes and nothing more. As she sits, she ponders her husband and how he coerces her into being displayed like a trophy in the cold gray jail cell that is their new home. This scene from Rosario Ferre’s “The Youngest Doll” highlights the timid youngest niece’s fruitless struggle to be treated as an equally competent individual by her wicked husband, the young doctor. “The Youngest Doll” is the stirring tale of

The creation of the doll child had been a simple pastime at first, as an immortal with nothing better to do, her maker simply toiled away with the lush ochre dust of the Earth beneath her ivory feet, with the clarion water from the ever bubbling stream - slender fingers molding, crafting, grasping upon the threads of little

“I would be delighted! It has been such a long time since I’ve had anyone to keep in my tower,” Mother Gothel replied. She continued on as she walked away,”My little doll left me now I have two new dolls. And the one has such beautiful hair. So like her mother.”

The contextual considerations of dialogue in A Doll’s House regarding happiness depict Torvald as the embodiment of superficial happiness, whose standards Nora must subvert to obtain her true, personal contentment. Early on, Henrik Ibsen depicts the monetary happiness that Torvald provides as shallow, contrasting it later to a deeper happiness which the characters cannot attain through purchase. Ibsen suggests that Nora must reject this superficial pleasure by emphasizing that happiness cannot come with restrictions. He accomplishes this through declaratory, interrogative, and exclamatory dialogue.

The background characters in A Doll’s House play a very important role in the play. They add more depth and help to get more information out of the main characters. If they were not around then the play would be a lot more dull. Especially in a play like A Doll’s House where the two main characters are a boring husband and wife.

We awaited the brown boxes, our feet racing home. Within the box was a note from her sister, “Hi Puny.” the note would start out, being as a child she couldn’t say spoon, it would repeatedly come out “poon,” it went on to read, “I hope to be out to visit next week, Love Ruthie.” Packed with books, games, crafts, comics, science kits, friendship bracelets and puzzles, overjoyed, this brown box far exceeded Christmas.

Many women today are charged with making life altering decisions on a daily basis. They often take on these challenges to no avail thinking it’s just another day in the life of being a female. However, in the very controversial play “A Doll House” written by Henrik Ibsen in the late 19th century, women were not allowed to make such important decisions about finances and voting for the next president. In fact, women’s opinions were not seen of much importance at all except when it came to child care and the domestic arts. Women were no more than “dolls” in their homes for their husband’s enjoyment. Their job was to keep themselves pretty, and take care of the home and family. Some women never experienced true love because their marriage

NORA: But our home has been nothing but a playroom. I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I was papa's doll-child; and here the children have been my dolls.

While it is now common place for women to vote and enjoy the same respect given to any other man, it has not always been like this. No, it was not until the 19th century that first-wave feminism hit, a movement that fought for women’s suffrage ("Woman suffrage"). In the 20th century, second wave feminism hit, fighting for equality in family, sexuality, and work("Women’s movement"). The life of women subjected to this, now taboo, oppression can be shown in the literature of the time. These pieces reveal what it was like for these women, how they were oppressed by their male counterparts, and how some women managed to find their freedom.

I used to think that dolls were nothing except perfect little pieces of glass. I didn’t really care for me as much as my mother did, but soon enough...every look, every word, every sound started to run my life.