harlequin would be my mascot
I don't think they really look like harlequins, but whatever...
My sister had this huge collection of harlequin dolls. My father would buy her one about every 1-2 weeks, amongst other things. They got along very well. All that changed when she got knocked-up when she was 15. My father was against abortion, my but sister ended up going that route. Their relationship changed. My sister went from being a bitch, to a raging cunt. My father was a pretty tough dude, but that broke him. He kinda' gave up on life after that. He actually resorted to attempting to develop a relationship with me a handful of times. Well, this didn't work. We were just two people living in the same house. Besides, I had my own interests.
I was doing my own thing. 10 year old boy stuff... Playing with fireworks, burning shit with a magnifying glass, making sweet jumps on my bike... Also, there was this dumpsite in woods with nudie and porn mags that the neighborhood boys would frequent. I guess the men in the neighborhood were worried about their wives finding them, or it being discovered by the trashman. In some inner circle, this location became common knowledge. We ended up building a shanty over a hill and across a creek. We muled the magazines and created a library. We separated the magazines by titles and date. It was pretty impressive. We even had rations, lanterns, and a radio. Luckily, nobody messed with our temple.
Welp, this is what I'm reminded of when harlequin dolls come to mind.