tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post7619606619046512229..comments2024-02-25T09:46:28.218-05:00Comments on The Park Bench: Ken's trophy wife Barbie turns 50Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-32680311524694994912009-03-20T18:02:00.000-05:002009-03-20T18:02:00.000-05:00After 50 years Barbie is still in great shape; how...After 50 years Barbie is still in great shape; how does she do it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-10475909041350815222009-03-03T11:14:00.000-05:002009-03-03T11:14:00.000-05:00I loved my Barbies as a kid, mostly because I imag...I loved my Barbies as a kid, mostly because I imagined Barbie having a really cool job somewhere, a job that paid enough for her to have her own car and her own digs and plenty left over for a fairly cool wardrobe.<BR/><BR/>When I was taking dance lessons, Ballerina Barbie was my favorite. When I wanted to be a schoolteacher, Barbie became the teacher, and the little "Dawn" dolls were her students.<BR/><BR/>My favorite clothes, though, were actually the ones made for the Marie Osmond doll. Unlike the fairly cheap things made for Barbie, the Marie clothes were made of excellent fabrics and really well stitched-together. Many years later, when I went through my costuming phase, I would think of those Marie clothes as a weird sort of inspiration.<BR/><BR/>Almost all my dolls eventually suffered from the amateur haircuts and magic-marker makeup jobs. : )<BR/><BR/>I outgrew dolls by the time I hit high school, but they remain a fond part of my memory (and hell, you should've seen me freak out over all the iterations of Pademe Amidala dolls--I think I must've collected about four of them).<BR/><BR/>So I was a peculiar mix of both girlie and nerdy as a kid (no wonder I had no friends in middle school). I never wanted to look like Barbie. I did, however, yearn to look like Jennifer Connelly, so I could marry David Bowie and have a goblin-themed wedding. I wonder if there's a 12-step program for things like that?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-65201102487963383432009-03-03T01:26:00.000-05:002009-03-03T01:26:00.000-05:00I had 3 Barbies that I got as gifts and my mom thr...I had 3 Barbies that I got as gifts and my mom threw them out. She told me she didn't want me to grow up thinking I had to look like them. I snuck them out of the trash and put them in a shoebox - that I forgot about until I moved out of the house. Then they got thrown out again.<BR/><BR/>I didn't really like the Barbies anyway. I preferred my Transformers and He-Man toys. They were so much cooler! What could you do with Barbies? Nothing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-38491913552999413912009-03-02T23:04:00.000-05:002009-03-02T23:04:00.000-05:00When my mom was younger she wasn't allowed to have...When my mom was younger she wasn't allowed to have Barbies because "they had boobs" and that was unacceptable to my grandmother. For some reason my mom thought she was missing out and I just remember being disappointed at Christmas when I got Barbies.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-64383931758245183562009-03-02T16:43:00.000-05:002009-03-02T16:43:00.000-05:00I had an older sister, so I got plenty of hand-me-...I had an older sister, so I got plenty of hand-me-down Barbies, although I didn't really know what I was supposed to do with them. I do remember getting in minor trouble once for pimping them out with nail polish and an extra-fine point Sharpie.<BR/><BR/>Well-worn copies of craft books and the Boy Mechanic are far more treasured childhood memories for me.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11138241451702482020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-57300170894114874582009-03-02T15:30:00.000-05:002009-03-02T15:30:00.000-05:00My only two Barbies were cheap knock-offs given to...My only two Barbies were cheap knock-offs given to me by clueless relatives. I would have vastly preferred books, but I did enjoy making clothing for them from scraps (do I knit and sew today? Um, yes.) <BR/>When playing with my best friend, she tended to have stay-at-home Mommy Barbie with the official Barbie house and pink car, while I had FBI Agent Barbie dangling over the cliff. Or perhaps Barbies could be involved at home in Lego-GI Joe-Little Pony wars that ranged over the whole house and involved much throwing with my brother. (My Little Ponies were acceptable for boys to play with as long as they got 'blown up' at some point.)bluegirl00https://www.blogger.com/profile/05393316485674619204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-66550707924163227402009-03-02T15:27:00.000-05:002009-03-02T15:27:00.000-05:00"Math is hard..." (Although according to Wikipedi..."Math is hard..." (Although according to Wikipedia it's "Math class is tough.")<BR/><BR/>Stupid Barbie.<BR/><BR/>That said, I did love that new Barbie smell (they smell like band-aids, weird -I know).Oh, that girl again...https://www.blogger.com/profile/09140526426581735150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-13082104519461824122009-03-02T12:50:00.000-05:002009-03-02T12:50:00.000-05:00Barbie in my house existed to be captured by Cobra...Barbie in my house existed to be captured by Cobra, and rescued by GI Joe and Han Solo. Occasionally they'd be late or forget, and she'd die a horrible death, a poor pawn of international politics.<BR/><BR/>There was also the Barbie who learned that plastic hair melts in a curling iron, who eventually (with the use of markers) became Punk Barbie. She hung out with Jem, and eventually joined the band.<BR/><BR/>Didn't Barbie dump Ken sometime last year? I could have sworn I read something about that.Treyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03641297239448490971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-56643341280141068282009-03-02T12:14:00.000-05:002009-03-02T12:14:00.000-05:00I didn't own any Barbies mostly because my mom dee...I didn't own any Barbies mostly because my mom deemed them too expensive. I got a "Heart Family" for Christmas instead (kind of a cheap knock off but the set came with a dad and little brother and sister.) I remember thinking that Barbie was slightly cooler simply because she got to live alone in her ultra trendy Barbie house with her pink convertible.<BR/><BR/>But my friends had oodles of Barbies which we played with for about five seconds before hopping on our bikes and chasing down our guy friends to climb trees and play at the park. All Barbie wanted to do was change clothes and talk about boys. Boring!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10465169657207721693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-11412019949082973322009-03-02T10:47:00.000-05:002009-03-02T10:47:00.000-05:00I wasn't a fan of Barbie growing up, but I had thr...I wasn't a fan of Barbie growing up, but I had three older brothers and I think my parents were just happy that I was willing to play with all of their stuff.<BR/><BR/>A friend of mine noted that his sister's Suntan Barbie seemed to be thermally sensitive, and attempted to confirm that by putting her in the Easy Bake Oven. It wasn't pretty, for Barbie or the oven.Theresa B (of Nebulopathy)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12747200216210698142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-60233027558245511842009-03-02T09:21:00.000-05:002009-03-02T09:21:00.000-05:00You know, Barbie had all sorts of careers like bei...You know, Barbie had all sorts of careers like being a doctor and a vet and a rock star and a movie star. Would that not make Ken the trophy husband?<BR/><BR/>Just playing devil's advocate here.<BR/><BR/>I'm proud to say that whenever McDonald's gave us a choice of Happy Meal toy between Barbie and Hot Wheels, I always went for the Hot Wheels. Because they were so much cooler.The Modern Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08663558561522180816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22863570.post-52623841350150750452009-03-02T09:14:00.000-05:002009-03-02T09:14:00.000-05:00This is exactly why I love your blog. Rock on.This is exactly why I love your blog. Rock on.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16024200580708193448noreply@blogger.com