Which brings us to the Barbies. I had a buttload of Barbies. Because my sister, Amy, is six years younger than me, not only did she play with my Barbies but she had a buttload of her own Barbies. And I played right along with her. Admittedly well into high school (like I said, my sister was six years younger than me, so I played Barbies with her well past the appropriate Barbie-playing age.) Below is a hilarious menagerie of some of the best Barbies I found in my mom's basement, with commentary, of course (click on each picture to enlarge):
I love this dude's hair and crinkly pants. And how is it that he still has on shoes?
Why does this Ken exist? What little girl is like, I want to shave a man's face?
To see the entirety of my Barbie collection, click here. It is a link to the family portrait I took for a high school art class. I think it it rather brilliant. Look for Mr. Wiggly.