CG Barbie

Barbie’s an idol. Around since 1959, she’s become the center of attention to several generations of girls. The ultimate fantasy. I grew up with Barbie and often fantasied that I would grow up just like her. What girl wouldn’t want to be Barbie? Barbie’s a knock out.

Years after growing out of the Barbie stage of life and entering the awkward adolescent years it didn’t take long to realize Barbie was a lie. Nobody looked like her, nobody had Ken, and certainly nobody drove a pink Jeep like she did. She was still a fantasy though, something about Barbie just drew you in.

I really shouldn’t take it as an insult when people call me CG Barbie. D called me NH Barbie one time. I was slightly upset to think that he was insulting me, but when I was little wasn’t that what I wanted? To be like Barbie? I didn’t see the similarities between myself and the doll. I don’t have quite the hourglass figure that Mattel so kindly gave her, I do have the hair though. Slightly shorter version, but bleach blonde just like Barbie’s.  Apparently throughout the years Barbie has gotten the ridicule of being dumb. Dumb blonde was thrown at blonde Barbie, and ditsy was attached as well. Making Barbie more of an insult than an adornment. I think that’s why being called Barbie seemed to upset me.

But if I was Barbie, instead of the pink Jeep I think my accessories would be a 47′ Coast Guard Motor Life Boat, the outfit which would be my ODU’s wouldn’t be so frilly as most of Barbie’s wardrobe and much less skin would be visible, I couldn’t pull off the pink high heels so give her some shiny black work boots, and the oh so attractive CG cover to wear over that stunning blonde hair which of course will be pulled back. No suitcase instead give her an ugly green sea bag filled with her foul weather gear, yep Barbie sounds sexy now huh? But one look at the hair and you’d know it was Barbie. Strip aside the blue uniform she’d wear and she’d still be Barbie.

Maybe it’s not the insult I thought it was to be called Barbie. Maybe I should be more appreciative, because after all if I was Barbie wouldn’t that mean that somewhere there’s a little girl who dreams of becoming like me when she grows up? Scary thought there, but if I were to have such influential power, to be that kind of an idol, I’d want to be a postive role model, not some ditsy girl who gets everything thrown at her, I work for everything I have and I’d want that part of Barbie portrayed as well. So yeah I’m CG Barbie. Ready to serve my country, don’t worry though somewhere in the accessory bag there are still those pink high heels and skimpy clothing just waiting to be worn for Ken.