My
biggest problem with Barbie, aside from her bizarre leg length and
waist-to-hip ratio is that she's so damn hopeful. Driving around in her
pink car, dressing in ballgowns and bitty high heels that stick like
burrs to the carpet until they embed themselves in the soles of your
feet--she seems to think life is all parties and dates and good times.
Where's the Barbie for the girls who know our existence is pain, who
read Wuthering Heights, and who only like singers that wail in a monotone?
Well, we finally have the Barbie...
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