Why I Want Shouldn't Have Children, Part 2

I hate children who end up carrying around a tatty nasty stinky smelly ugly piece of ratty old blanket. I have no compassion for the 'binkie' attachment. Perhaps because I never had one myself. Instead, I had my one and only stuffed animal (I know, here in the UK you say 'soft toy', which sounds wrong) which was a standard brown bear. For as long as I can remember, I have concluded that any child of mine will not have a binkie fetish, but it would be okay for them to have a stuffed animal fetish.

Over the years, I have developed this ideology. Stuffed animals are fine, so long as they are not wimpy cutesy prancy shmancy animals.

I think any stuffed animal a future child of mine should have, will be strange, bizarre, and freakish.

There are many examples of weird things made into stuffed animals. Every time I come across one, I think to myself, "That would be perfect for a future child of mine." and strengthen my resolve to carry through with this plan.

I suppose what makes this experiment interesting is that children relate to dolls as they see themselves. So when one gives a child a doll that generally has the features of a recognizable form, the child relates well to it. So if a child was surrounded by the abnormal, how would this impact their view of themselves in the world?

It makes me think of a line from one of my favorite movies, "Live people ignore the strange and unusual. I myself am strange and unusual."

(Note: The images I've picked represent a diversity of typologies of bizarre stuffed animals I've come across over the years. There are many more I have seen and admire. I assume you get the idea however.)