Anybody seen my Barbies?||Indiana
Back in the early years of 1980, my mom and dad surprised me with a Barbie McDonalds, which was a mini fast food restaurant complete with a service counter, a table, a trash station, small hamburgers, small cups, and small fries. Barbie was always the manager and she was a hard ass: if Ken forgot to take out the trash, or bus the table, he would be punished. I was reminded of my mini McDonaldland a few months ago, when we took a trip to Indiana to visit Joe’s family. While we were there, we spent a day at the Children’s Museum of Indainapolis, a five-story wonderland for small people, and home to Barbieland, a huge exhibit filled with Barbie dolls, a life-size fashion runway and loud techno music. I became nostalgic as Indy played secretary at Barbie’s desk; and as he draped cloth over a life-sized mannequin, I began to wonder what the hell my mom had done with my McDonaldland. Or my collection of Barbie & the Rockers. Or my handsome Ken doll. Or all the tiny pairs of plastic high-heeled shoes. Where had they all gone? On the way out of the museum, Aunt Nancy told the boys to pick out a special souvenir. Indy browsed and decided on Wedding Barbie: an elegant doll in a huge white gown, with mad ring finger bling and a huge bouquet of roses. I tried to hide my disappointment at his choice–it took everything in me to not talk him into choosing Rocker Barbie, who would have been a little more edgy, a little more hard-core and a little more 80′s. Although I have learned to respect the bride, I will never stop looking for all my big haired, guitar-weilding Barbies that were lost along the way….