My Great-Grandma Audrey, Grandma Norma and Aunt Sadie all made me clothes for Barbie. She didn't just lay around naked for the world to see. She had things to do, people to see and places to go. She travelled, by airplane and Corvette. If I remember correctly I think she even drove that Corvette to Hawaii, from Missouri. She visited relatives in Alaska, New England, California, and many other locations. She lived in a townhouse with a working elevator. AND had her own personal elevator operator named Lisa. With that soon came a pool and floatie. Pets. Clothes. More clothes. Barbie ate on fine Barbie china with cups. She did not require utensils. And she had fine manners that would make even Martha Stewart turn green with envy. She played tennis, softball, and danced.
On occasion, Barbie had visitors. Sleepovers were enjoyed by SunTan Tuesday Taylor, Jessica, Mitzi and others. Sometimes celebrities even dropped by the ole townhouse. I would never be surprised to run the elevator for Farrah Fawcett, Wonder Woman, and Cher. Fun times were had when these ladies got together.
If the girls weren't coming over, Ken would be ringing the doorbell. He loved Barbie. Romance was always in the air with Ken around. GI Joe was not a favorite of Barbie. She tried, but her heart wasn't in it. She much preferred the clean shaven, confident Ken. Several times a week they pulled off an elaborate wedding. It was never tiring. Even back then, Barbie's wedding(s) would waaaayyyy outdo any Platinum Wedding from the WE network. Aunt Sadie (who lived next door) wouldn't be surprised to see nuptials taking place on the adventurous terrain of the gravel driveway, the forest of an overgrown backyard, the Parthenon of front steps, or even the rustic old dog house. There were plenty of weddings and the best thing, Ken was always happy just to be there.
Over the past few months I've heard parents say things about not letting their children watch a particular iconic figure just because it drove them crazy. My parents never stopped me from watching Sesame Street, the Electric Company, or Captain Kangaroo. Nor did they ever say, "Sorry Lisa, we think Barbie is a bad influence. She is a little peculiar. We think she likes little girls. Therefore to teach you how to be a better future woman of the world,we are confiscating all of your Barbies and Barbie paraphenalia."
Barbie was confident. She was fun loving, adventurous, daring, elegant, thoughtful, creative, optimistic, eager and boy, could she ever tell a story!
Barbie was able to help me get my creative juices flowing. She went for terrific rides on that airplane. Going to many places I'll only ever dream of. Even as a child I had dreams. I suppose children still do? My heart breaks at the thought of parents not letting their children pursue fun and creativity just because they can't tolerate them. My heart breaks at the thought government may now think little girls cannot be taught to be responsible by the parents who created them. I am saddened by the fact, parents cannot be responsible to take the time to teach their children that inner beauty is the most beautiful and outer beauty is just a bonus.
Real Barbies know beauty radiates from the inside out. My Barbies didn't run around naked, drive too fast, cuss or dance on a pole.
I make a motion, from my computer desk, to get rid of politicians and put Barbie in charge. In 50 years she has seen a lot of change. She, however, remains as poised and as beautiful as the day she was created. Maybe we could learn from her...
HERE'S TO YOU BARBIE...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
You will forever remain in my heart as the bestest friend a girl could have,