So Effing Sick of Barbie

I had Barbie. I had the Barbie Townhouse. The elevator was very cool.

But I have next to no memories of playing with Barbie.

I have memories of the various Fisher Price dollhouses and playing with them, particularly with my little sister, who called the little dolls “Peoples”. I have memories of my friend’s dollhouse and having a blast playing with it with her, right before we got too old for such things.

Those dollhouses all had family units, lots of characters to play off each other. Barbie was just Barbie. I know this is going to sound anti-feminist – but it should, as I had an anti-feminist childhood. But what did you DO with a character who was just a single woman? Did I have any role models of single women? Zip, nada. I know Barbie had Ken and maybe friend-Barbies. But still, I think that was the reason Barbie wasn’t so much fun. I had no idea what to do with a single woman in a townhouse, once she’d gone up and down the elevator a few times.