I saw one of the 'baby' ones the other day. It had full make up, was wearing a bikini and a miniskirt with a metal chain around its neck on which a bottle of milk was suspended.
What's that trying to say exactly? Or what's it trying to be. On one hand it's a baby on the other 20 something sex kitten smothered in make up and ready for a night on the tiles. It's totally f'd up. If I ever have a DD, I really hope they aren't for sale anymore.
And don't even get me started on the adult ones. What are saying? You should be like me, a pouting, bubbleheaded teenybopper who can't possibly leave the house unless in full hair, makeup and fully accessoried, skin-tight low cut cat suit, feather bower and the latest mobile to the destination of a) a date, b) a party via a rediclous pimp-mobile uttering two-word, brattish americanisms such as "whatever girlfriend". Maybe I'm being too serious, but I don't like to see girls emmulating some empty-minded, 'brat-culture' that has been invented, in all likelyhood by a room for of 30 something year old men and puts them in training for a lifetime of image-obsessed 'must have the latest, top/phone/cat-suit or society will shun me!' slaves to consumerism.
Sorry that was probably a bit much, but I hate them, they're trashy.
Bring back Barbie all is forgiven!!!