
This is the tale of my Ugly Doll, Babo, typically known simply as Ugly, and how he had to win the love of those who shunned his strange appearance. (He is pictured above, looking somewhat lint-y.)
It was a sunny Saturday three years ago, and my UCLA friends and I went to Sawtelle Boulevard in Los Angeles to grab a tofu bowl for lunch. Afterwards, we stopped by the (original?) Giant Robot store a couple stores down. Long harboring a desire to own an Ugly Doll, I decided to make a selection from the big pile-up in the store’s window. Babo caught my eye, and I loved that his name meant ‘stupid’ in Korean. But they didn’t have any regular blue-colored Babos, so I decided to get this black one, which the tag describes as being on a ‘Ninja type mystery adventure’ to steal cookies. I love cookies.
Henceforth, Babo lived on the front passenger seat of my Toyota Matrix, and things were rough in the beginning. People would climb into the car and exclaim, ‘What the heck is this?! It’s so ugly!’ And I would insist, ‘Isn’t he cute?’ and they would cold-heartedly respond, ‘No.’
Such sorrow! What’s not to love about a little guy with two little hairs (ears? who knows) on his head, two adorable little teeth emerging from his confused frown, and two scrawny arms permanently held up in pure guilt? What’s beauty anyway?
But over time my friends came around. I could tell that they were reluctantly finding him cute, and finally they would admit to being under his spell. My roommate even began to have too much fun with Babo by making growling noises, causing me to confiscate the doll while she was in the car. Ah, good times. For two years Babo would ride along with me wherever I went. Despite his slow wits and cookie obsession, he’s not a bad navigator. Then I moved to New York and had to leave him behind … but after a semester of no Babo, I asked my mom to mail him to me, so we’ve been reunited! Though I don’t have a car here and can’t really bring him around when I hop on the subway, he now lives on my bed and greets me whenever I return home to the tiny apartment.
Naturally, I was delighted to read this L.A. Times article about the creation of Ugly Dolls. It all began with David Horvath and Sun-Min Kim, two graduates of the Parsons School of Design, who were in love and writing letters long distance. It’s such a great story, so make sure you give it a read! If you’re feeling a bit blue and in need of a trusty companion, perhaps you should look into an Ugly Doll yourself.