For all the badmouthing we hear over Barbie, her double Ds, her noodle-thin waist and so-long-and-thin-she’d-topple-over-if-she-were-alive legs, the fact remains, she was cool as hell to play with. When we were four, we didn’t yet realize she was starting what would turn out to be the slow demise of our body image, that soon, she’d be replaced by Playboy models and plastic surgery ads and all sorts of “You’ll never look as good as I do!” kinds of fun. We just loved making her bake cakes in the Barbie Dream House and growing her long, blonde locks to totally long lengths.
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