Tuesday, March 08, 2005
rockin' it barbie style
so i've been hearing that mattel, the makers of barbie have decided to make a doll in the likeness of lindsay lohan. i'm not sure what she did to deserve her own barbie doll, but it seems kind of crazy to me. apparently, the doll will come with her own director's chair and velvet rope. i guess if you're really interested, you can buy it this summer.
when i was little, i hated barbie dolls. all of my friends wanted to play barbie all the time, and i couldn't stand it. i was a much bigger fan of jem, or my little ponies, or cabbage patch kids. i would go to birthday parties and my friends would end up getting tons of barbies. i wanted to make sure it didn't happen to me, so i went around telling everyone not to buy me barbies for my birthday. my mom found out and wasn't too happy that i'd been so demanding about it, but the plan worked. i only got one barbie that year...and if memory serves me right, it was actually skipper. i did have two barbies that were only played with by friends. one wore a white evening dress with diamond earrings and a diamond necklace and the other one was some type of exercise barbie. i could totally be making this up, but for some reason i'm thinking it came with my "get in shape girl" stuff. anyway, they were never played with, until quints came along. you know, the five little babies that came together. i had 2 different sets, the reddish/brown haired regular quints, and the blonde haired peeing quints. you could give them their bottles and then they'd pee in their pants. very strange that any child would want that as a toy, but i know for a fact that i wasn't the only one. but they had to have a mom, or a babysitter, or an adult figure, so barbie or skipper was used.
okay, back to my hatred for barbie. i really don't know why i didn't like playing with barbies. it could be the fact that i had all boy cousins and i liked playing with their gi joes better (although i was a very girly little girl), or it could be the fact that i think barbies are dumb.
my mom's best friend had a daughter, kristy, who was a year older than me. she was the type of bratty kid who would say things like "if you don't play with me, i'm not going to be your friend." she was constantly talking me into doing things that i knew i wasn't allowed to do, simply because i knew she wouldn't be my friend if i didn't do it. i was 4 at the time, and i quickly learned not to let people walk all over me or talk me into doing stuff. one night, kristy and her mom had come over to visit. our moms were upstairs talking and we were in the basement playing. kristy wanted to pretend that we were barbie and the rockers. i didn't...i wanted to pretend that we were jem and the holograms. she was bigger, and older, and she used the "i won't be your friend" trick. so we ended up playing barbie and the rockers. there we were standing on stools, rocking out for our pretend audience when my mom sees us. she yells "girls, get down off those stools before someone falls and busts their head open." i can still to this day remember exactly what it sounded like. kristy jumps off her stool, and when she does, her stool falls over into mine, knocking me over. i fell on the floor and my head hit the corner of the fireplace. i don't remember much after that...being 4 years old probably has something to do with that. i remember crying because there was blood on my favorite shirt. it was white and it had a little girl fishing on it. looking back on it, i have no idea why that was my favorite shirt...but that's another story. my mom and dad take me to the emergency room and kristy and her mom follow us. the only thing i really remember is kristy crying and telling my mom that it was her fault that she made me play barbie and the rockers. i got a popcicle from the male nurse and i left the hospital with 5 stitches in my head. to this day i have a one inch scar on my forehead that always reminds me of barbie and the rockers.