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The Bad Business of Being Barbie

May 27, 2010

What I know about Barbie I mostly learned from raising two rambunctious and unconventional daughters, who are now well into their teens. I remember that there are many colors, sizes and vocations for Barbies, and that they all looked like they could pass for good Presbyterian girls. A decent role model, I thought. Nothing wrong with that. Although they are still all rather anorexic-looking, as far as I’m concerned.

But every little girl must have one or two or ten as they entered little-ladyhood, and mine were no exception.

My daughters tended to play rough with those dolls. The Barbies at our house seemed to get more haircut action than high romance, as my little girls discovered the strange power that accompanied a pair of scissors and a willing head of hair. After a few weeks, all of the dolls would eventually end up stripped naked with their shorn heads removed, at which point arms and legs were liberally and creatively mixed and matched into the open sockets of a growing sisterhood of freaks. That was how my girls played with Barbies.

Apparently Mattel, the maker of Barbie, is doing well and sales are surging at a 12% clip as of Q1. 

You go, girl.

This post is part of a group project to celebrate the publication of my good friend (and Senior Editor over at High Calling Blogs) Marcus Goodyear’s amazing new poetry book entitled, “Barbies at Communion.”  In honor of this, Tweetspeak Poetry is giving away a signed copy of the book, and you too can be part of the fun! Just follow this link and post your own Barbie-story.

18 Comments leave one →
  1. May 27, 2010 5:55 pm

    Please tell me your daughters did not bake ’em a la Marcus’ enchiladas. Having seen the latter, I will never look upon Mexican food quite the same again.

  2. May 27, 2010 6:18 pm

    HAHAHAHAAA! We need to keep this conversation going! It is getting better and better. Marcus, you started something big. Pandora’s box has now been opened. And it’s not over till the fat lady sings…..

  3. May 27, 2010 6:42 pm

    i want a necklace made of barbie heads

  4. May 27, 2010 6:59 pm

    Bradley, you should see what strange google ads show up for this post. Thanks for participating, man! My daughter has never cut the Barbie’s hair. It makes me wonder if we’re a bit too repressed in my house…

  5. May 27, 2010 7:17 pm

    Ah…the joys of raising boys. I have nothing to contribute. But I did torture my next neighbor’s dolls…shame on me.

  6. May 27, 2010 7:33 pm

    This is so entertaining.

    And I love the business tidbit at the end (and the funny, funny “you go, girl)

    nAncY, that cracked me up, and Kathleen… you make me laugh 🙂

  7. May 27, 2010 7:43 pm

    Barbie Enchiladas, necklaces of Barbie heads — look what Marcus started. Next thing you know, it will be Zombies at Communion.

  8. May 27, 2010 9:09 pm

    Glynn! Ha. 🙂

  9. May 27, 2010 11:54 pm

    keep posting about barbies and zombies! and you will reach 1000 followers in no time!

  10. May 27, 2010 11:57 pm

    speaking of good business ideas…zombie barbie !

  11. May 28, 2010 12:00 am

    zombie barbie! it even rhymes! and sounds good when yelled! ZOMBIE BARBIE !!!!! did you try it?

  12. May 28, 2010 3:32 pm

    Didn’t they give Barbie a breast reduction a few years ago? I seem to remember them trying to make her look more realistic.

    • May 30, 2010 9:32 pm

      That one was off my radar screen…. I’ve been out of the Barbie loop for about 7 years now (my youngest is 15)

  13. May 28, 2010 11:30 pm

    nAncY davisbaby just scared me with the necklace thing…

  14. June 4, 2010 9:58 am

    Yes, yes, cutting Barbie’s lovely locks was a blast, but curling her hair, well now that was a different story!


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