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Ken helped in the killing of Barbie.

Julie R. Neidlinger
Jun 22, 2006
1 min read

dolls by model car — Image © Julie R. Neidlinger. All rights reserved.

Driving home today, I noticed a Barbie doll in an unnatural position, sprawled along the shoulder of the highway.

Her arm was twisted up over a leg, ripped off at the knee, and bent sideways. Evidently, she’d tried to cross the road, un-aided, and met the bumper of a car. I’ve no doubt she had been wearing impractical shoes.

Way to drop the ball Ken, I thought. Not only is chivalry dead, but so is Barbie.

I expect to see dead deer, raccoons, skunks, and other creatures flattened and smeared along the highway. I don’t expect to see Lilliputian blondes.

Unfortunate, really.