Dear Ms Lange, I’m sure that you’re a very talented artist, but I’m not if the world needs necklaces made of Barbie boobs.

Yeah, I’m still not over it.

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Barbie has had some amazing gigs, but they can’t all be good.

Look Mother Gussie - there’s no prostitute on the list.

houseoforange asked: Regarding your expertise on all things Lisa Frank, can we say that Bratz is something of a poor man's evolution from the Lisa Frank-chise? (LADIES, do you see what I'm doing here!)

Hells to the no. Bratz is a prostitote’s version of Barbie. They’re like the little girls you see on The Maury Show whose moms are all upset because they are 7-years-old and dress too sexy. But the new and current Lisa Frank has also turned into a brat with a questionable parental upbringing. I guess little girls now want more than unicorn and Scottish terrier stickers.

Katherine will re-blog with her own POV (if that girl has one).

Maybe Mother Gussie would have approved of this Barbie.  She even comes with homosexuality and butch power suits!

I’m not sure why Mother Gussie didn’t approve of Barbie.  She can do anything, even wear fashions as diverse as a sailing outfit and an evening gown.

Daddy 007 always seemed to enjoy the Barbie commercials the most while watching Saturday morning cartoons with us.  He always sang along to the jingles.  Maybe it was his subtle way of encouraging us that we could do anything, including making a website that pokes of him, Mother Gussie, and our entire upbringing.  We’re reaching for the stars, Christine, just like Barbie!

Christine and I were very limited with our Barbie play time.  We couldn’t have Ken or Skipper because Mother Gussie didn’t want to start a new wardrobe.  We also couldn’t have the Dream House.  Instead, our Barbies’ entire existence existed through a suitcase and the Barbie Office.  We played the crap out of that office.

One afternoon, we went to the closet to retrieve Barbie and her office and found the office to be missing.  It just vanished like something out of Lost.  Fast forward about 10 years later, and we found out that Mother Gussie had thrown the office away one night.  Her reasoning?

“There was a bed in that office.  What kind of profession requires a bed in their office?  Only one kind.”

Apparently Mother Gussie was really concerned about us becoming prostitutes.