OBSESSED WITH BARBIES
A shimmery lavender ball gown. Extremely Enticing.
Immaculately styled golden tresses neatly piled up to make a seemingly loose, messy French hairdo. Equally enticing.
Enthralled, I looked on. Thus, at Valerie’s place, began my first encounter with BARBIE... An encounter that would change my life.
I had always been a tomboy. Had. With a disconcerting passion for football, mud, bugs and oddly, for books, Barbie films just weren’t my thing....
And so, I wasn’t very happy to watch Barbie and the Nutcracker. But, I didn’t want to displease my friends, either. Scowling, I sat down on the PINK plush loveseat, careful to hide my scowl from Val. Pink... EWWWW!!!!!!! The movie went on... strangely, I enjoyed it. A lot. I still don’t know why. Just watching Clara (Barbie) being whisked away from one mouse hole to the other, her beautiful hair still not messed up, and her outfits exactly colour- coordinated to match with the brown of the mouse hole, was fun... I also found it funny, (and still do), how Barbie has a... A legion of sisters, but never a brother!!
It was all... so superficial. And yet, strangely all so convincing. “Well, that was fun!” Val exclaimed. Without a word, I agreed. Then, a few weeks later, I showed up for a second Barbie movie. And it was fun. Over dainty buttered scones, and lemon flavoured tea, we discussed Barbie’s superficial body figure and gave our opinions on how beautiful princesses should never fall in love with handsome carpenters. It soon became a Friday thing. Five of us, gathered at someone’s place... Soon, I was so hooked on to Barbie that we decided we would be the real Barbies.
* We would be perfect, just like Barbie.
* We would have amazing figures, just like Barbie.
* We would be cool and the most popular kids in school, just like Barbie.
* We would also get the best grades, even though we weren’t pretty sure that Barbie was a whiz kid.
* Barbie existed only on the silver...