Egyptian Sphinx : I Still Wanna Be Barbie

You would think it might easy, Being 39"-21"-33". But also for a doll which is designed to glorify the feminine ideal, I'm thinking maybe she's gotten a pretty rotten deal. As an illustration, based on the steps involved in mathematical extrapolation, We conclude she'd don't have the fat in the body for regular menstruation. Granted, there is the Scarlett O'Hara waist and that perky nose, But she's condemned to stand in perpetuity for my child tippy-toes. She can never bend her knees or sit down for just a spell, And that hole underneath of her foot - oh cruel Mattel! She may look pampered but in all honesty, this doll's started using it tough. No, it's most certainly not Barbie I envy, I'm just life time memories her stuff. I want the outfit that's to a T per occasion - Barbie takes it to prom, Barbie takes part in vacation, Barbie takes it to the fraternity dance, (What she does you have got mere speculation.) Barbie just relaxing, looking neat and genteel, Barbie seated when driving of her pink pimpmobile. She's got the clothes to adjust to each exciting new career, And like Madonna she recreates herself a couple of times a year. Barbie is actually a fashion editor, Barbie happens to be a engineer, Barbie is really a glamorous supermarket cashier. Barbie is actually really a stewardess, Barbie can be described as nurse, Barbie may be a student teacher, Barbie drives a hearse. Sure I want the dream house some of the most cool furniture, But mostly I want her stunning wardrobe, each ensemble du jour, Those elegant evening gowns with such style and allure, The purses, hats and high-heeled shoes - the gloves so demure. The girl has fashion sense - she understands how to accessorize, I crave each cunning detail of her varied merchandise. But there is however one accessory which is why I clearly be careful not to yen, That is definitely for my child dreary, straitlaced stiff of a boyfriend - Ken. Further reflections on Barbie (why can't I stop?): Will any of us ever truly understand the original source of her fascination? So how exactly does this doll capture and enthrall each generation? Perhaps a section of the charm of the particular captivating minx, Is always that she's about as approachable as your typical Egyptian sphinx. We all know it's politically correct to disdain her unreal physique, But almost certainly we can't deny the enduring power of her mystique. In the end wrestle with our ambivalence and try to obsess, She remains serenely indifferent - simply couldn't give a flip. And he or she will triumph yet, for when all is over, Though she's just turning fifty, finitono more comparison. We Boomers will watch our "assets" sink and sag towards our mid-section, But Barbie's will remain infuriatingly upright in eternal perfection.