"This explains so much"

Last night I was out with people from work when we started reminiscing about childhood toys. I remembered how I used to have a hoard of trolls who all had realtionships with each other, which invariably involved affairs, bastard children and even the odd spot of incest. The girls then confessed that the things they had their Ken do to Barbie would make them blush now.

I recalled how my Ultimate Warrior doll eloped with Lisa Simpson. The two ran away against Homer's approval and got married. It was then that we all started talking about wrestlers and I explained how I had loads of the cards on my wall in a chart of who was my favourite. Needless to say Ultimate Warrior never moved from the much coveted top spot.

Back then I always liked the bright colours but now I can see an uncanny resemblance between my Ultimate Warrior doll who looked like this...



and possibly my biggest crush of all time who looks a little like this...



*Does best Carrie Bradhaw impression* Could it really be that the toys we play with as a child define what we find attractive as an adult?

My other guilty pleasure who I actually remember finding attractive, age 10, is this fella, The Million Dolar Man.