I can call you Barbs, right? We're in dickless, sexless matrimony and you've got the metaphorical balls in this relationship so Barbs it is. So Mattel is a crock, and superficial is in and I don't know if you heard but that shade of pink is so over it's almost back in fashion but not yet. I think Barbie was president once, I think she voted or else how would she get the sticker on her blazer to get brownie points.
I think we should teach little girls how the real world works. Screw dolls, install a glass ceiling in their dollhouse, don't give them pocket money until they learn how to wheedle and where exactly to kick a guy if he uses sugar and spice and everything nice, the way you're taught to be, to fuck you over. The clue is, not every guy is a dickless wonder. Some guys, they want you to know where it is and what they want to do with it.
So aside from plastic frustration and collecting a few honorifics along the way, how does Barbie spend her down time? It's not screwing Ken.