Would You Like an Excommunication With That Doll?
Wherein Fox discovers that she’s no longer welcome at church.
Originally posted on The Art of PJ Fox:
I’m not saying I never expected to be called an agent of Satan. Or to be compared to him directly. I learned the awesome airbrushing skills I use on my dolls abusing various public monuments as a teenager. And I have a sense of humor that sometimes, according to my husband, leaves something to be desired. But the last reason I thought anyone might have a problem with me–really and truly–was because I repainted dolls.
Dolls seem so inoffensive. They’re little, chubby-cheeked monuments to joy that you can put on your shelf and admire on your way to the bathroom. Whatever could be upsetting about a doll?
It turns out, a lot.
You may not know this, but according to my (former) church, painting dolls–and, indeed, representing the female form in general–is the next best thing to committing mass murder. Possibly even worse. My dolls, and yes, this includes toddler dolls
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