Barbie just got Ken’s name tattooed on her ass.
What’s amazing is that Barbie has been cultivated as a “woman” who is so fucking fabulous, with a CV so epic it might rival the bible in length, that her joi de vivre was never understood to be that tagalong eunuch she had on the side. Ken was a perk (without much to perk), but never the point–yet when she gets tattooed, she volunteers to mark her body not with something awesome that means something/nothing to her, but a cattle brand.
I liked Barbies as a kid. She had dignity. And lots and lots of sex, because kids are perverts. I still doubt this will be the cause of so much psychological ruin among little girls, but as women, it’s uncomfortable to know that in some panicked corporate office somewhere, yet one more band of Men’s Warehouse motherfuckers sat around and decided the only way to imagine “sexy” is by signaling “submission.” Not just when those plastic pelvises are banging up against one another, but all the time, in whatever she does, under whatever tiny clothing she’s been snapped into.
Sounds like one boring bitch, if you ask me.
what’s news is that barbie has a cool “indonesia” scarification.