My 11 year old, cute-as-a-button cousin Lilly writes in:
• Mr. Hooters is dead at 69, huh huh. [NYT] “Robert H. Brooks, 69, Owner of Hooters Restaurant Chain, Is Dead”
For this post, we knew exactly what image we were looking for: an image of Barbie — barefoot and flanked by Ken and two of Barbie’s pan-ethnic plastic girlfriends — sashaying with shopping bags right across Abbey Road. Unfortunately, that image doesn’t exist, and we’re too stupid to make it. So instead, we’ve been forced to illustrate it with this image of a murdered Barbie, her head crushed by a Volkwagen sized aluminum can. Serves her right, the cocktease.
Over at the Bleat, James Lileks took time out of talking about how great the olden days are to illustrate that, though we live in an age of Hooker Barbies, it’s not like they just started being offensive.
• Homeland Security Incorporated; running domestic defense like a business means capitalizing on fear for the unscrupulous. [NYT]
Given the fact that most children’s first experience oggling the fascinating mystery of the opposing gender’s genitalia comes from pulling down a Barbie or Ken doll’s genitalia and examining the amorphous mass of plastic at the crotch, it probably shouldn’t be surprising that there’s a lot of busy-body parental groups who are willing to launch consumerist campaigns any time Barbie exhibits a glimmer of sexuality.
Like a tired brand getting a face lift, the revelation that Mattel will trot a line of 50′s inspired Barbie dolls prompted Farkers to Botox another trope, the inapropropriate occupation Barbie.
Lil Miss Rodeo is the least of [insert the name a potentially concerned party here]‘s worries about the new line of Barbie pinup dolls. How about French Maid Barbie?
Mattel has announced that every ten year old boy’s secret plastic girlfriend, Barbie, is finally going 50′s sexpot. The lascivious, long legged tramp is getting her own “Pin-Up” line of dolls, inspired by the fifty year old cheesecake calendars still mustily crumbling upon the wall of our grandfathers’ garages.
Consumer Reports handed out the “Oyster Awards” for most difficult to open packages.