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Guys, I'm serious. Right now. Get off your computer, turn off that Saves The Day on the stereo, put on your Rock For Life hoodies, and get your bum to a Wal*Mart/KMart/Target immediately. Serious, guys. Go to the bargain store of your choice, get yourself into the toy section, and take a look at the Barbies. I know some of you are male, and I know some of you (like myself) are female and never liked Barbies anyways. Trust me, I hear ya. I got at least two Barbies for every holiday function present, and I never played with them myself. I don't care about your moral objections to the unproportionate size of.. well, we know that Barbies aren't proportionate anyways. That's not the issue. Two minutes ago, I saw a commercial (YES! They're ADVERTISING this!) for "Happy Family Barbie."
My dears, my activist pro-life ire has not lain so dormant in a long time as it does currently. This "Happy Family Barbie" has a mommy. It has a daddy. It has one child, aged approximately four years old. Here's the kicker!! ....... It has another child in utero. Woop! Woop! So, someone finally acknowledges the components of a "happy family," however corny the message may be (I know.. Barbie?!) I feel like kissing Mattel. Finally. There is also Baby Doctor Barbie, and a requisite infant. This is all.. well, in the words of Peter S, "inconceivable."** I recommend that every reader should go and buy the entire set. I mean, show some love. In any case, I'm walking on air, and I have to say, this is way better than Tattoo Barbie. Way better.
**Earlier this year, my friend from school, Peter, was at my house, conversing with my Mother in one end of the kitchen, whilst my Father, Sar, and I, sat stealthily listening to the conversation occurring at the other end of the room. Somehow, perhaps by means of the fact that my family has six children, and Peter's has ten, the two ended up talking about birth control, which Peter discreetly referred to as, "control." My Mother has given birth to six children. She has three teenagers in the household. She and I take care of my Yiayia. My Mother is frank and she is not afraid of discussion. So, she wasn't in the least embarrassed that Peter was to bring up such a hush-hush subject, though I suspect she was a bit surprised. In any case, Peter is vehemently anti-control, and briefly discussed how, once, his mother had explained to him the scenario in which she could have possibly used control after giving birth to Peter's elder brother. Peter, always exclamatory and excitable, punctuated the end of his piece with the thought, "Well, I thought about what my mother said, and I realized, 'What if she HAD stopped at Nate [his older brother]?!?!' The thought, to me, is just inconceivable!!"
My father and I both instantly broke into snickers which never reached Peter's oblivious ears, and my father wiggled his eyebrows madly. Sar shushed us a bit with a violent glare, whereupon my father remarked, under his breath, "Well, that was a rather curious choice of words, now wasn't it?"