I am in a death match with Mattel over Barbie. It is what it is.
All of the arguments have been made, so I won’t rehash here. I will simply say that I’ve always believed that there is a room somewhere in California where shiny new marketing grads are tasked with how to get me.
I’m the little girl who fell for Barbie as a kid, but grew up into the woman — the blonde woman — who is very, very unhappy with Barbie’s legacy. The woman who now has a blonde daughter who loves shoes and the color pink. The woman with just enough disposable income that she could be brought back into the fold right quick if only we could figure out how to get her back.
Barbie as Joan Jett, Ladies of the 80’s series. I’d be okay with my daughter having this doll. I think. I might even want her to have it.
Coincidence that I started phasing my lifelong blonde to brunette this week?
Put another dime in the juke box, baby. We’ll just have to let this one play out.