Thursday, September 16, 2004

So apparently now I take requests. This is a story for a friend of mine, the lovely and beautiful Marija. I'm 92% drunk when writing this so bear with me. I am under the gun. I should probably write this in pink.

I really hate barbie. And the girls that look like barbie or girls that I classify as "barbie-type" girls. These girls are the type that are soooo "pretty", blonde, medium to large breasts, that most guys drool over. Example: pamela anderson. Girls like this make me want to vomit. The super pretty cookie-cutter type girls that apparently every guy wants to be with. The fantasy perfect girl. Particularly unintelligent but getting by on her extreme good looks. Girls using their sexuality to get ahead in life. And it works. Not relying on intelligence or cleverness, but on persuading others with sex. Who needs school when you've got a nice rack and blonde hair? You could grow up to be a fashion designer. Fuck education. Why waste your time and money on something like that to help the greater good of mankind when you could be making serious money coming up with a new fall clothing line? I mean, isn't making money what it's all about? And, if the fashion career doesn't work out, you could always marry rich. Your job in life would be only to maintain your playboy-like body for your man and attend all of the associated parties at the mansion, bringing your rich beau along with you of course. On your days off (i.e. every day), you would spend your time cleaning the condo and thinking up new and exciting dinner ideas for when your husband gets home from his wallstreet job.

All of this is the very message conveyed by the simple measurements and physical characteristics of the plastic doll. No one would buy a sensible doll. A barbie that was of average looks but above average intelligence. Good at making conversation and having intellectually stimulating conversations. Someone who had real ideas and opinions about the world around them. Someone that was independent and didn't adhere to social conventions. That type of doll wouldn't sell at all. Too preachy. I think the only people that a strong and independent woman intimidates are the male chauvinistic pigs that are used to dominating women and having the upper hand their entire lives. A serious threat to their manhood.

I guess beauty and sex sells, and a practical, everyday barbie would not be market-friendly. I don't know who does these market research studies, but someone should definitely kill all of them. I hate marketing and target market-strategies. Is this really the message we need to be sending out to girls in the process of growing into women? Of course not, but since the correct message isn't as cost-effective, we are helpless. We'll be forever stuck with the sexually-driven money making machine of Barbie and everything that doll symbolises.


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