“Where the hell is Barbie?” was all I kept thinking as I walked down the toy aisle at Wal-Mart the other day. Bikes, board games and stuffed animals, but Barbie was nowhere to be found. A dark cloud then settled over what should’ve been the happiest aisle of any store.
OK, I know that was a bit dramatic, but you’ve got to understand that as a little girl, I reveled in taking trips down nearly every toy aisle I could find, searching for the newest and coolest Barbie dolls and accessories: Ken (yes, I thought of Ken as an accessory), extra ensembles, cars, airplanes, tour buses, dream houses -- nothing was too good for my Barbies. And when I say Barbies, I’m talking about Teresa, Christie, Skipper, Stacie and the rest of the gang.