ABSTRACT
She came into the world in 1959, seemingly out of the blue. Barbie, an eleven-and-ahalf-inch tall doll for girls, but radically different from the usual dolls for children: she had the looks and shape of a mature woman. And how! Torpedo boobs, an incredibly thin waist, long legs, and a confident, almost arrogant facial expression. She could be twenty-or thirty-something, but was, anyway, a woman of the world, with her fashionable hairstyle and heavy eye make-up. Not to mention her clothes: summer dresses, jumpsuits, party outfits, nurses’ uniforms, and business suits. Apparently, Barbie
had money and several jobs to go with it, ranging from a fashion model to a CEO. She seemed to be a woman who had everything. Well, not everything. She did not have nipples or a navel, let alone genitals or hair other than on her head. She did not have parents or a husband. Okay, she did have a kind of a boyfriend, Ken, a lethargic male doll, who did not even have real hair. But he was more an accessory than part of her life, as any girl who ever played with Barbie dolls knows.
