While aimlessly perusing the messy discount-discount get-rid-of-it-or-we-will aisle at a local store, my four year old and I came across six-inch Star Trek figures. They had the Doctor (always a classic) , Mr. Sulu (smarty pants with surprise martial arts), and Mr. Checkov (the tech geek), good role models. He asked politely if they could be his treat for being so good- adding, One can be for my brother, and one for daddy too!. I had to laugh. They had been marked down to two dollars each.
Time out I thought. I dont want my kids to be random consumers, getting treats for no reason. We have special days every once and a while when we do something fun, or get a treat (eating out, etc). But what made this day special? Husband recalls his mother making cakes for strange (Australias nationalization day) or made up days (national camping day). My wonderful Aunt used to make baked Alaska for no particular reason than to make a day special. Couldnt we have a special treat day this day? If it is spaced out by weeks from another? January and February are good for that, weeks of cold with little celebration in them. I dithered within myself.
The thing that got me was how well designed the toys were. They were basically Barbies for boys. Finely articulated, with accessories and expressive faces. I have been greatly annoyed at the lack of male play figures in boy toys. Ken is a joke, and GI Joe has come to resemble Rambo. Not my idea of fun. Even my eldest has remarked on the row upon row of neon pink isles in the Wal-Tar-Ks, stuffed with every variety of dolls imaginable; in contrast to the rag tag shelves for boys. Finding these figures filled a niche. I caved.
The great thing is they are still playing with these figures, long after we got them. Like girls with their Barbies (except no hair to cut), the boys carry out scenarios with the figures. These scenarios dont always require guns, beating each other up, or other violence like we have come to expect from boys. Science fiction can be good that way- lots of monsters, menacing entities, good and bad robots, and problem solving that does not necessarily involve killing something (they have become big fans of the most recent Dr. Who episodes as well, the main character of which refuses to carry a weapon- thank you Netflix).
Husband and I have been fans of the Sci-Fi genre as long as we can remember (not without discretion though). We appreciate the late night humor of mid-century B films, the abysmal script dialogue of George Lucas, as well as the startling special effects of Avatar. We also read the genre, and there are many well-written and prescient works from the last fifty years. When it comes down to it, we enjoy the imaginative possibilities of science fiction to illuminate the condition of the human species, while often putting them in settings that are utterly surreal.
I would much rather my boys explore the endless planets of Sci-Fi in their imaginations, play out their anxieties and issues using the tools of this genre than some pink hued and shopping bag dominated version of Mean Girls. On the other hand, maybe that is just one of the worlds they choose to fly by, recognizing that they could stop and chat, but just dont have time to do so. Thereby making room for the Barbies (or Barberellas) in their reality, when the Barbies cant seem to make room for them.
Play on little guys, and let me fly the space ship sometimes too, ok?