When Hashbrowns and I were wee, imaginative tots, we spent a lot of time playing with Barbies. Their lives were complex and fraught with drama, much like the characters in daytime soap operas. They experimented with sex and alcohol, occasionally dabbled in murder, and had a grand ball at least once a month, where they waltzed to Frank Sinatra's "Strangers in the Night." Once, they put on a rendition of Andrew Lloyd Webber's classic musical, Cats (which is why some of them still have black markings on their faces--those were from their stripey stage makeup). At the end of any given day, Barbies in various stages of undress, and in the most obscene positions their rigid limbs could muster, would be strewn all over the living room.
Now, many years later, it's time to say goodbye to (some of) our Barbies--but not before we give them tribute. Stay tuned for the Barbiographies!
