Life in Plastic
Like many girls, I played with Barbies when I was a kid. Every now and then I would get a new doll or some new outfits for them. When my friends came over we played with (and fought over) them, dressing them in various outfits and playing pretend. To be honest though, I don't recall ever comparing myself or other adult women to Barbie. At 7 I knew that she was just a toy and never saw her as anything more. After an hour or two, Barbie and her friends were put back neatly in their box and replaced in their spot under the bed. My sister, on the other hand, turned 7 last month. While she's never played with dolls much, she loved watching Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse on Netflix. I happened to be sitting in the same room a few times, and I was appalled by the show. Not only is Barbie super skinny, she's got this huge house with a closet the size of the White House and 36 hot tubs and an elevator. (I'm not exaggerating the closet btw. Her friends got lost in it once. An...