Prosepoem paean to Malibu Barbie (wStair)
Haters can say whay they will about her moony Malibu beauty and her fan-fucking-tastic legs--how such things harmed the egos of brunettes and the shrimpy, how they later stuck fingers down throats in the dorms of Vassar in memory of her unrealistic ideal. Yes, Barbie is tacky, Barbie is unimaginative, she is unrealistic, but Barbie is us.
You had many educational toys, and you loved the wooden architectural blocks most. You had read more by age 12 than most people do in their life. But Malibu Barbie. You could never put her away for too long, never forget the drawer where she radiated uncomplicated sex and awesome American glamour.