September 27, 2012
So, the following is a fifteen minute free write describing Amsterdam's red light district. (This is totally un-edited, raw Lindsay writing so...be gentle.)
I don't remember Barbie looking like this. The box is too big, the outside edge is too dark or too bright, and the girl inside is too unhappy. Probably because she is too alive. The Barbie boxes are lined up; the collection twists and turns so that one is never sure where is the beginning or the end. Even though the Barbies are in good company, each one seems lonely in her encasement.
Their collector must have been very persistent and dedicated because their diversity is unparalleled. There is Sailor Barbie, Beach Body Barbie, Nurse Barbie, Texting Barbie, Healthy Eating Barbie, etc. There are even a few Kens dressed as Barbie, which were probably limited edition or something.
I used to think that Barbies were just for little girls, but these dolls are much more appealing to boys. Perhaps they like that they are more bendable, movable, and changeable than their plastic counterparts. The boys are drawn in by the clear glass and the bright red box. They want to rip open the packaging that separates them from ripping open another kind of packaging. The Barbies encourage the boys' curiosity, inviting them in to play. Some girls take part in the Barbies' games too. The Barbies are flexible, so they don't mind.
Even though the children are allowed to play with the Barbies, they must not disturb the collection. They close the package when they are done, walk away, and let someone else have a turn.
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