Subject: Barbie fights back
Barbie
c/o Mattel, Inc.
El Segundo, CA 90245
December 23, 1996
Dear Santa:
Listen you fat little troll, I've been helping you out every year,
playing at being the perfect Christmas present, wearing skimpy
bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one
too many tea parties. I hate to break it to ya Santa, but it's
definitely payback time! There had better be some changes around
here this Christmas, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and
trust me, you won't want to be around to smell it).
So, here's my holiday wish list for 1997, Santa:
- A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized
sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are
these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels
like to have nylon and velcro crawling up your butt?
- Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white.
What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation
underwear to my skin?!?
- A REAL man...maybe GI Joe. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me Elmo over
that wimped-out excuse for a boyfriend Ken.
- Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp
away when I so choose.
- Breast reduction surgery. I don't care whose arm you have to
twist, just get it done.
- A jogbra. To wear until I get the surgery.
- A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it.
How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, an advertising account
exec!
- A new, more 90s persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete with a
miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a
bag of chips; "Animal Rights Barbie", with my very own pain gun,
outfitted with a fake fur coat and handcuffs; or "Stop Smoking
Barbie", sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with
several packs of gum.
- No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my
vinyl.
- Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years-I think I deserve it.
Ok, Santa, that's it. Considering my valuable contribution to
society, I don't think these requests are out of line. If you
disagree, then you can find yourself a new bimbo doll for next
Christmas. It's that simple.
Yours truly,
Barbie