All I can say is, at least her handlers are now allowing Barbie to give the public what they've always wanted.
It reminds me of a scenario that unsettled me as a little boy, and then truly disturbed me as an adult. I was playing barbies with a neighborhood girl (her Barbies, I swear... I only had manly G*I*Joe dolls-er, action figures). We'll call her Jenny to protect the (perhaps not-so) innocent:
Jenny [fussying with Barbie dreamhouse] : "Ok let's have Barbie and Ken go upstairs."
Jenny: [removing Barbies clothes] "Ok, Ken, let's go to bed, it's been a long day and I'm tired"
Me: "Ok." [I put Ken into the bed]
Jenny: "No, you have to take Ken's clothes off"
Me: "Ok." [I do, and then put Ken into the bed]
Jenny: [puts Barbie into the bed] "Mmm, Ken why don't you get on top off me and kiss me?"
Me: "Ok!" [I comply, we giggle and make kissy noises in what must have been a slightly unnerving parody of cartoon romantic scenes]
Jenny: "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE" [Jenny has produced another male doll and has him pounding on the bedrrom door]
Jenny: [in a husky voice] "Barbie, what are you doing in there? Is there another man in there with you? You come out of there right now, I'm going to beat the hell out of both of you!"
Me: "Why is he here?"
Jenny: "That's Barbies husband, silly."
It went on from there...I don't recall exactly how it ended. The memory is a bit painful still. Later I always wondered if that was a reinactment from TV or real life... oh well. I'm sure she's fine now.
And I'm fine too, well...you know.Posted by illovich at December 17, 2002 09:40 AM