By Melva N. Lloyd
Now that I’m older, Christmas seems to fly by, and I can’t even remember the last time I presented my father with a wish list. But as a kid growing up in the 90s, I was obsessed with two main things: Barney and Barbie; and Barbie trumped everything.
I wanted any and everything that had to do with Mattel’s most prized possession. Barbie’s dream house, Barbie and Ken, Skipper…you name it, I had it (but of course, my mother wanted to make sure the dolls “looked like me” so there was no confusion).
So when My Size Barbie hit the shelves when I was about six years old, that jumped right to the top my Christmas list. I had to have it, what little girl wouldn’t want a doll that could double as her perfect playmate? She was three feet tall and I could walk hand-in-hand with her just about anywhere. But more importantly, I could wear her clothes; playing dress-up would never be the same.
Over the years, Barbie has gone through a series of transformations. I recently found out that Barbie even has a lower back tattoo of Ken’s name within a heart. A tramp stamp Barbie? Really? These days, Christmas lists consist of digital cameras, iPods and cell phones; and that’s just what the kids want. What happened to the days when Power Rangers and Sesame Street reigned supreme? “…some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.”