- In Defense of the Original Barbie -
I love green carpet. The hideously worn carpet of my childhood bedroom seems like a strange choice to me now, at 25, but for the first decade of my life it played a very important role. It was grass. More specifically, it was Barbie's front lawn.
I played with dolls for an embarrassing amount of years. I brushed hair, I dressed, and I came up with incredibly dramatic storylines. I was safe here. The girls at school who ignored me? LOL, whatever. B and I are using her private jet today. Did I mention that she's a pilot? The boys who bullied me? Don't matter. Barbie is actually throwing a super exclusive pool party at her mansion tonight and I'm invited. By the way, she's also an Olympic swimmer.
She didn't have short curly hair. She didn't wear glasses. She didn't have a gap between her two front teeth. Barbie didn't look like me at all. It never bothered me that she was very tall and very thin and very symmetrical. With Barbie (and her knock-off dollar store versions), I was still anyone I wanted to be.
I see so many girls roll their eyes at Barbie on the shelves. 'She isn't realistic.' 'As if women actually look like her.' 'Barbie is the opposite of feminism.' This makes me sad. Because in a weird way, the Barbie doll taught me how to be a real, independent woman. Her long straight blonde hair and unnatural physique didn't stop me from seeing she had a solid career (or 7). Barbie is a mom and a doctor and a swimmer and a dancer. And, she looks damn good doing it.
You better believe that if I have a daughter someday, I'll be sure to get her some green carpet.