I was never a Barbie fan as a kid. She was too grown-up, too overtly sexual. She had boobs, a boyfriend, and multiple jobs. Sometimes she had a car, as well as a plane. She had possessions, like purses and transistor radios. It was all too much for me. I enjoyed my squat sexless (except for random eyelashes and plastic hairdoes) Fisher Price “peeps”. I didn’t like playing grown-up games. I was more the kind of kid who fantasized about being an orphan in Dickensian times, and running around with a band of ragged thieves. My fantasies involved ONLY children and ZERO adults. So Barbie, with her frying pans and sunglasses, did nothing for me.<\/p>\n
However. Gotta say. This is the Best Barbie ever<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was never a Barbie fan as a kid. She was too grown-up, too overtly sexual. She had boobs, a boyfriend, and multiple jobs. Sometimes she had a car, as well as a plane. She had possessions, like purses and … Continue reading