(Look! I’m blogging two days in a row. It’s a Christmas miracle!)
I’ve never been one of those women who had a problem with Barbie. I don’t think she’s bad for little girls. I don’t feel like she damages women’s self-esteem or gives us an unattainable body to live up to.
She’s a doll. A doll with big boobs and some kick-ass shoes, but still a doll.
But then a couple of weeks ago I was flipping through the Target flier and came across something very disturbing.
Barbie Hot Tub Party Bus
I’m sorry, what?
Last I checked the whole idea behind a party bus was for someone else to drive you and your buddies all over town, drop you at various bars, and allow y’all to drink the night away in chaser lit, disco-balled style. So I’m a little iffy as to why Barbie and pals would need a party bus.
And then we add a hot tub to the mix. Fantastic! Because we all want our little girls to learn as early as possible that the quickest way to get a guy to like you is to hop in the hot tub with him. I mean, c’mon. I’ve seen The Bachelor!
Which leads me to my point. I guess the reason I’ve never had a problem with Barbie is that when I was younger she was a teacher, a cowgirl, an astronaut, a mom. Now she’s a party bus hoppin’ hoochie in a teeny bikini.
What’s next? Barbie in Girls Gone Wild?