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#I love you Barbie
nyanimisu · 1 year
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hi Barbie!!!!!!
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sundaynightlive · 1 year
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I’m scared to see Barbie with my partner.
I’m scared because she experienced girlhood and I did not. No—I ran from it, my father’s wrong ideas and conflicting words clanking against each other in my pockets like loose change—I hate the way pennies make my hands smell. Like iron, like blood.
He told me I could be anything, but Barbie could not. He told me I was different—that I was extraordinary.
And then he fed this lie to three more daughters, and they obliged him, like cattle at the trough.
I grew up thinking I was Barbie, but better. I called her tacky—I thought the girls who played with her and loved her and wanted to be her were brainless and cheap—I would stick to my Legos, and action figures, and video games. I would beg my mother for Beyblades so I might battle the boys in the morning before getting on the bus. I would relentlessly commit myself to softball and soccer and being the best in P.E. (though I never came close).
And then one day, they all wanted Barbie. And I wasn’t her. I had never been her before, and I couldn’t understand it—what changed? What they had valued before—boys, my father, my mother—became something else entirely.
And I wasn’t it.
Suddenly, on top of all these other things, I also had to be girly. I also had to be pretty. I had to know how to wash my face and curl my hair and how to stop being a friend and start being a game. I learned there was nothing wrong with Barbie—in fact, Barbie was the goal, because she could do all the things I had done and still be a girl.
But I could not.
I changed, slowly and quietly, but never enough. And I’ll never know if I changed because I wanted to, or because I had to. I’ll never know if I adapted to their rules, or if I wrote my own after I lost to theirs. I’ll never know if I was the creator, and therefore, I never will be.
Whatever childhood it was I experienced could not be shown back to me in a theater—I had Barbies, but I was never proud of them. I never loved them. I opened them excitedly on Christmas, and profusely thanked the adults, but I knew what my father thought of this, and I could not rightfully enjoy this gift of girlhood if I wanted him to love in me.
And now he asks me why he sees himself when he looks at me, why he sees masculinity where there should be femininity, and I don’t have the heart to tell him all I ever wanted was to please him—that this macaroni-art gender I wasted all my time on was so that I would be more relateable to him, more likable.
Lovable.
So as I don my pink and curl my hair and paint my face pretty and sit in a theater, watching the ghost of what could have been join hands with the person who is, I will feel, in that moment, woman, and afterwards, carry out the sleeping little boy who finally got to embrace a doll—a doll who was not just girl, and not just woman, but everything.
The next day, I will buy myself two—one for both of us.
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tealmussel · 1 year
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Now don't spoil me..
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thealleydog · 1 year
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Barbie encourages me to be the dark weirdo I am. 💓
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crabonfire · 1 year
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one last post before I go back into my hiatus, here's doodles I did of my sona in barbie outfits because seeing a plus sized barbie actually made me feel so much better about myself lmfao
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maretriarch · 2 years
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i wish barbie was a real model and girl so i could waste my life and money going to all her runway walks and getting escorted out by security after multiple attempts to throw myself on stage so my fingertips could graze the bottom of her heels
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xskyll · 1 year
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Back in February, I preordered a Miku figure that was supposed to release in May. I got an email that it was delayed, and the new expected delivery date was September.
Today I got an email that it's been shipped. So basically what I'm saying is I've received my blessing from Barbie today. Happy Barbenheimer, everyone.
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tuneinforlove · 1 year
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i slept at 5am and i woke up at 10am after countless nights of sleeping late and waking up late. this is the power of barbie
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enchanted-moura · 2 years
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She look just like my OC Odette/Lucia. Seeing my image on beauty brands is so healing.
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eternallovers65 · 1 year
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Fred Prinze Jr's Fred walked so Ryan Gosling's Ken could run
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mynqzo · 1 year
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feeding you all my buff lesbian musketeer barbie agenda
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When the Media Consumes you: July Edition
Books:
Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett (5 ⭐️)
Sula by Toni Morrison (4 ⭐️)
The Story of the Lost Child by Elena Ferrante (4 ⭐️)
Fairy Tale by Stephen King (2.75 ⭐)
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Articles:
Meet the designer who made Barbie’s early dresses — and her doctor’s coat (The Washington Post)
The Glorious, Queer Evolution of Janelle Monáe’s Pleasure And Politics (The Huffington Post)
Movies/Television:
Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig (5 ⭐)
Oppenheimer (2023) dir. Christopher Nolan (2 ⭐)
Star Trek: The Next Generation (4 ⭐)
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momoiro-hime · 1 year
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Barbie The Movie | Do NOT repost or use without permission.  
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awanii43 · 1 year
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cried watching the barbie movie oh wow. absolutely lovely experience the whole cinema was going "woo" and gasping and laughing all together and at the end we all clapped and it was beautiful
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kayleerowena · 1 year
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this barbie refuses to die!
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thapunqueen · 1 year
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SO I SADDLE UP MY HORSE AND I RIDE INTO THE CITAAYY !!!!!
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