Barbie on the brain

Ok, i missed International Women's Day, but i'm down with Barbie. Happy 50th! i never realized B and i were born in the same year. This is definitely something to be taken up with the Rhinebeck Witches: she needs to be inducted soon, before she goes all botox and breast implants on us. All girls born in 1959 have known instinctively that as long as Barbie doesn't grow old, neither will we. This is what happens when children channel icons in our sleep. Our micro-generation became genetically programed - spiritually tasked - to exorcise menopausal aging from the very core of Barbie's pure yet gutsy petropolymer heart when the clock struck 50 and we all woke up knowing there is ultimately no escape from grey. That day has come. My own hair newly darkened, pliers and exacto-knife ready to go, she may fake just like a woman but she breaks just like a little girl.