Barbie Dolls

Apparently, Barbie dolls aren't just for playing dress-up. Some girls like to torture the poor dear. Now, I was known to play non-regulation games with my Barbie and Ken, action/thriller scenarios like the fan fic I later wrote, all for the hurt comfort factor, but Ken was the object of torture, not Barbie.

I don't have my Barbie and Ken, anymore. My Barbie was brunette ponytail Barbie with the black and white bathing suit. Ken was fuzzy-haired blond Ken. And both had a serious skin affliction. See, those old dolls were made of the sort of plastic (or whatever) that did not react well with chlorinated water and my dolls went swimming in our backyard pool a lot. I told people they developed leprosy, but basically, they got very slimy and their fingers eroded and fell off. I had to throw them away, poor things.

I lost Barbie's sister Skipper, probably when we moved, but I still have Midge and Alan, pictured here. They're a bit dusty, and Alan sure looks like he would rather be wearing casual clothes.

Feeling: (Yes, this is a picture of me.)

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