Designed to inspire young girls to explore their own limitless potential while learning about the incredible women who helped pave the way for them.
I want a real Barbie, a real-life role model Barbie since, apparently, kids are actually INFLUENCED and INSPIRED by these 12 inch bits of plastic. I want a Barbie that accurately represents the REAL women who “pave the way” for others.
First, I want a petite, chubby, 25 year old Hispanic Barbie who got married at a young age because her dad insisted on it when she got pregnant on prom night by a guy who would later beat the shit out of her, forcing her to take the three kids and go stay with her auntie because dad had refused to let her come home. “Every marriage has its problems,” he said, “you go back and do whatever he wants.” So out of a two bedroom house in Chula Vista, CA, this woman works two jobs and goes to community college in the early morning after her night job. She takes two classes a semester and it’ll take her forever, but she’s hell-bent to become a medical records technician. Then she can move out and raise her kids. She has a restraining order against the husband, and she’s filed her divorce papers. She’s been in school for 2 years and is about to get her associates degree.
Then I want a middle-aged Mexican woman living in the “bad part” of a California city. She has three great teenage kids and has just adopted two little white boys, both born on the street because their parents are junkies. They’ve been her foster kids for two years. Sure, it’s likely the boys have fetal heroin addiction, but aren’t they cute? And funny! And they try hard, and her teenagers love them. She’s about to bring home their twin sisters, but she hasn’t told anyone. It will be a beautiful surprise.
I want a fifty something mother who teaches special ed. She has two sons — one a big success, the other a moderate functioning developmentally disabled man of thirty who is lovable, entertaining, and inspiring but who requires the patience of Job to deal with every day. Still, this heroine sees the best in everything, carries passionate and humane convictions, gets all the joy from life that’s there and is a great friend.
I want a 90 something artist, tiny and beautiful, whose life has been like one compelling film after another, who, in the face of insupportable tragedy — the sudden death of both her adult sons in a car accident — found a way to fight for justice, has maintained her poise and joie de vivre, continues to be inspired artistically, supports and encourages her younger friends in their endeavors and cherishes the beauty in her many memories.
I’m sorry, Mattel. I think you should stick with that best-selling, implausible, plastic beauty that’s so easy to make clothes for and whose life is a total fantasy. Suddenly coming up with “role model Barbies?” Good marketing ploy, but Danny — one of the little boys adopted by the Mexican heroine living in the “bad part” of the large California city — would really rather play with one of those other ones, with the fancy car, the glittery clothes and all the dates. OK? Kids are no more going to grow up to be Frida Kahlo than they are to be Barbie, what’s more, Frida Kahlo was Frida Kahlo. That “role” has been taken.
Good job on the skin tones, though. That’s a good idea. I’d stick with that.
Stephen Colbert gets it.