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be who you wanna be
b-a-r-b-i-e
oh, man.
every time i see this commercial i wonder how many other adult women silently choke back a little vomit. just a little.
okay so it starts out with a decent idea, "be who you wanna be." that statement isn't exactly perfect, but it's not a bad start. the commercial song voices (bubblegum, lollipops, ponytails) go on to list examples, but frankly, i can't hear what they're saying because i'm overwhelmed with images of sparkles and ballerinas and pinkness and ponies and makeup. not that there's anything wrong with those things. but that's all it is, and that's the problem— it's such a limited range to be supported by the words "be who you wanna be".
have i mentioned that i dislike the word "wanna"? or maybe they were going for "wannabe".
what'd i expect? camouflage? footballs? guns? nah. but come on. something else. please. something so that we aren't pretending to give our girls "freedom" to choose while limiting their choices.
did i own barbie dolls as a child? yes. did i play with them? well, yes, but without sisters some improvisation had to take place. camofoo and camodidi and i somehow combined our toys and played some sort of barbies vs. transformers and airplanes game. we made the barbies the evil side. i can't remember much more about that game except that touching a barbie made you die. and then camodidi would say, "i'm dead." followed two seconds later by, "i'm up!" as his airplane took off again. we got so mad about that.
"you can't do that!"
ohhhhh, that was funny.
b-a-r-b-i-e
oh, man.
every time i see this commercial i wonder how many other adult women silently choke back a little vomit. just a little.
okay so it starts out with a decent idea, "be who you wanna be." that statement isn't exactly perfect, but it's not a bad start. the commercial song voices (bubblegum, lollipops, ponytails) go on to list examples, but frankly, i can't hear what they're saying because i'm overwhelmed with images of sparkles and ballerinas and pinkness and ponies and makeup. not that there's anything wrong with those things. but that's all it is, and that's the problem— it's such a limited range to be supported by the words "be who you wanna be".
have i mentioned that i dislike the word "wanna"? or maybe they were going for "wannabe".
what'd i expect? camouflage? footballs? guns? nah. but come on. something else. please. something so that we aren't pretending to give our girls "freedom" to choose while limiting their choices.
did i own barbie dolls as a child? yes. did i play with them? well, yes, but without sisters some improvisation had to take place. camofoo and camodidi and i somehow combined our toys and played some sort of barbies vs. transformers and airplanes game. we made the barbies the evil side. i can't remember much more about that game except that touching a barbie made you die. and then camodidi would say, "i'm dead." followed two seconds later by, "i'm up!" as his airplane took off again. we got so mad about that.
"you can't do that!"
ohhhhh, that was funny.
posted by CamoBunny at 23:30
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2 comments
2 Comments:
just had to say...hilarious entry. i had a sister so it was the reverse in our house. bro had to play ken. fun times.
10/16/2006 08:45:00 AM
Yeah, girls get laden with that stuff. And boys get the over-the-top machismo. Isn't there some middle ground where we're allowed to be more, I don't know, whole?
10/16/2006 12:47:00 PM
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