Saturday, January 30, 2016
Barbie, Broad of Beam
To you fine, to me not so much
-It's Barbie Abuse with your little
granddaughter!"
-I'm sad to hear that. How could
Alicia do anything wrong? Anything!
-She never puts any clothes on the doll,
and drags her around by her hair. So filthy
by now, it'll never again be clean.
-I'll speak to her. I was to tiny tea
not that long ago and Barbie came in
her golf outfit then. Quite spiffy!
Whatever did she do to...?
-You got that nice toy store downtown.
Walk over and get her a new one for
Christmas.
-Done! Got ten cabs in the shop and my
dispatchers going nuts, so I should take,
leisurely, such a walk? Well, back I go!
-Just a second. Have you looked at your
granddaughter lately. She's chubbing up!
-Great! Like you she might end up.
-Rubensque?
-Like a woman! Beautiful! I'll say no more.
-Well I will. Listen. There are more Barbie
models now.
-I'm shocked!
-Including one with a wide rear. Get her.
I don't want Alicia growing up with impossible
female ideals. We've had anorexics and bulimics
in our family already.
-But they've straightened themselves out, yes?
-Oh? Have they? Not that you've paid attention.
-Woman's shit! Give me a break!
-You've gotten a big one. You don't hafta
understand! Not a male requirement. Anyway...
-Don't worry, I'll buy Fat-Ass Barbie!
-Is that what you'll ask for?
-I don't know. I'll figure something. The girls
in the store will help. Everywhere I go, girls help.
It's beautiful!
-I believe that. To you they're fine, to
me not so much.
-Why is that?
-A long, long history!
-Some other time.
Labels: anorexia, Barbie, beauty, bulimia, cultural standards, doll, female, female beauty, ideal female shape, male, sex
