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It kind of really confuses me when Barbie commercials have little girls dressing them up and brushing their hair
Like no
Barbie is not about fashion. Barbie is about collecting as many dolls as you can get your grubby 7 year old hands on and dominating the living room with your expansive empire of plastic women. Barbie is about creating intricate social structures and spicy inter-family conflicts between town house residents. Barbie is about formulating complex back stories for tortured Ken dolls with emotional scars. It’s about creating near-sadistic dramatic plot twists that split up marriages and cause that one Barbie you really dislike to be ceremoniously tossed down the stairs in order to be offed by the jealous ex-wife of Ken #4.

Yes, but how do you make it into a marketable commercial that won’t freak parents and caregivers out?

I’ve always had the impression that advertisers don’t really understand how girls play with their toys.

When I played with Barbies I had this thing called “The Dead Pit” which was a purple bratz laundry hamper. So whenever a Barbie got killed off she would go in there. And what I would do was I would carry her to the dead pit while singing the dead pit song. The dead pit song was just saying “The dead pit” over and over again in different tones. Anyway, once I finally reached the pit I would announce “(name) has died.” And drop her in. I would wait a few moments. Then, I would violently shake the hamper while shrieking, pretending to be the tortured souls of dead barbies from the underworld. I thought it was hilarious.

this shit is honestly so fucking real

I had a Cindy and a Ken and one day Cindy was so angry at Ken she ripped off her own leg and beat him to death with it. Then I moved onto the lego. 

If your Barbies’ lives aren’t like Game of Thrones, you’re not doing it right.

When I was 6/7, I buried my Barbie doll in the school’s playground because I wanted her soul to haunt it

I remember that the area under my desk chair was jail, and I had this one Barbie who always ended up sent there.

I would also film my friends on my little camera as they competed to see who could make Barbie’s life more of a living hell.

I distinctly remember using a ribbon to hang Barbies from my doorknob James-Bond-Villain-Style, pretending I was lowering them into lava or acid.

And with the Barbies who had lost their heads, I would force the heads back on so I could play that the other Barbies had them decapitated