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Just thought I'd let you know, I had this Barbie when I was younger:


At least I remember that dress.  It was so practical - I mean, sequins go with just about anything.  And the ruffles on one side?  Super hip-reducing.

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before, but my sisters didn't like playing Barbies with me because I "played wrong".  Yeah.  Just because their heads kept accidentally breaking off while I played didn't mean I was doing it "wrong".  Right?

And for further FYI, I also had safari Ken - you know, like the one in Toy Story 3.  The first time he comes out and he's in those dorky shorts and blue leopard print shirt?  Yeah, that one.

We're currently Ken-less (Barbies, we have, but no Kens) but back then he had molded plastic underwear under his shorts.  I gotta tell you, it confused the crap out of me.  Not that I'm saying he should have molded plastic genitalia- no, definitely not that.  But I had no brothers or anything, and in my naivety I had no idea what to expect the first time those shorts came off.  I think the molded plastic underwear just threw me off, is all. 

And if that was not enough FYI for, under the category of "Obnoxious Dolls from My Past",  I also had one of these:


That would be Kimber from Jem and the Holograms. Remember that show?  Yeah.....me neither.  But man was she a great doll.  She was a full half-inch taller than Barbie so she could be super intimidating to her lesser, yet larger-breasted, companions.  And her hair was bright pink - clearly a rebel.  (blond is so boring.)  And not once did her head pop off while I was "playing wrong".

Plus her pants were shiny.  And you just can't beat shiny pants.

Comments

Kristina P. said…
I was always asking for the special annual Barbie they put out every year at Christmas time. Never got her. It may have been because I had Barbie and Ken doing inaprpopriate things.
Becky said…
Kimber has a HUGE forehead. Just noticed.
Rachel Sue said…
I totally remember Jem! But I'm pretty sure that I was never cool enough to have any of her dolls.
LisAway said…
Oh my gosh. Jem and the Holograms!?! You just made my day.
elesa said…
I had some Jem shoes. Hightops, in fact. I seriously thought they were the coolest things ever. "Jem is my name, no one else is the same. Jem!"

Aren't you so glad I just shared that little ditty with you? Yeah, I knew you would be.
My neighbors had a Barbie type doll whose bust grew and shrunk depending on which way you wound her arm. So weird.
Barbaloot said…
I hated Barbies. Probly cuz too many people gave them to me cuz it was my "name." Cute right? No.

No idea what that hologram business is, but that's quite the rocker doll!
jjstringham said…
I was going to comment about how Kimber has a huge forehead too. But someone already did that.

FYI - our one and only Ken doll has the molded plastic underwear too. Personally, I'm glad for it because I think about 95% of the time all our Barbies (Ken included) are naked. I don't want them doing any funny business when they're thrown in a bucket together and no one's looking (because I know Toy Story is real).

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