Monday, March 9, 2009
Another one joins the club.....
Happy 50th Birthday Barbie!
Here we are once again, Babs! You and me. We're no longer hanging out in my bedroom or living room or on my front porch or up at Debbie Dean's. We're not setting up our house, living in fantasy land, marrying Beatles or planning our next outfit. We're not going on wild adventures in my basement or coveting other Barbie's wardrobes.
We're now two 50 year old gals trying to figure out life while wearing great shoes and perfect ensembles. We've had careers and dream houses and boyfriends and pink convertibles and we've lived through all kinds of amazing scenarios. And, believe me, it all was grand. But, now we're here.....at 50.
I don't remember the last time you and I hung out but I'm thinking we're due for another round. For old times sake. I mean--it's good to get together with people who know what you're going through! This turning 50 thing is best done among friends. You start taking stock, you try to figure it all out and you stand in front of the mirror and wonder--do I really look like I'm 50? You really do need someone to look you straight in the eyes and tell you just how wonderful and beautiful you are!
Sure, I've had my share of weight issues and bad hair days and mascara gone bad moments. But---you---well...let's face it, you've always been on the front line when it comes to your looks. I honestly don't know how you've managed to stay so positive through it all. Especially the 70's!
Those people who said your boobs were too big, your waist too small and your legs too skinny. Jealous bitches. Those folks who blamed you for somehow undermining the woman's movement. Angry bitches. And, those psychos who pointed at you as ruining little girls' self esteem. Idiotic bitches.
Barb, you were the girl. You taught me more about life than almost anyone I know. You helped me exercise and hone my many creative talents from home decorating to acting to fashion to story weaving. You let me act out my dreams and live in a pretty world without leaving the block I lived on. You helped me shut out the perils of growing up and allowed me to be grown up in a fancy, lovely and anything-is-possible world. You gave me a voice, a set of boobs and an entire wardrobe of amazing clothes. You gave me a girlhood. And some of the best fantasy shoes I'll ever own. No wonder I love you, Barbie. I'm honored to share 50 with you.....