The Naked Barbie Incident

Growing up, there were two types of dolls—American Girl dolls and Barbie dolls.

The American Girls resembled real girls. They looked my age and had accessories, like eye-glasses and four-poster beds.

They were boring.

The Naked Barbie Incident

Unfortunately for the American Girls, there weren’t any American Boys. This is where Barbie came in.

With Barbie’s heaving breasts, high heels, and made-up face, she was DTF. And there were Kens. Lots of them. Barbie literally changed the way I played with dolls.

I could switch from having tea with the American Girls to a Barbie and Ken bang session—all in one afternoon.

Discretion was key.

The Naked Barbie Incident

I could have played Barbies in private to avoid the charade, but I preferred to play in the living room. In our family of six, the living room had all the action. I wasn’t about to miss out for the sake of decorum.

Plus “boundaries” aren’t really my thing.

The Naked Barbie Incident

The coast was NOT clear.

My siblings, who are normal, sometimes opted to play alone in their rooms.

The Naked Barbie Incident

I didn’t understand it.

Melissa was especially good at locking out family—me in particular.

The Naked Barbie Incident

I hated being left out and desperately wanted to know what Melissa was doing in there.

One day, I hatched a brilliant plan.

The Naked Barbie Incident

I artfully dramatized my departure.

The Naked Barbie Incident

My mother took forever to get the hint.

The Naked Barbie Incident

Despite my mother’s meddling, the plan remained on track.

The Naked Barbie Incident

I began to sprint.

The Naked Barbie Incident

At top speed, I launched my 60-pound self against the door.

The Naked Barbie Incident

Shoulder bruised, but high on adrenaline, I scanned my surroundings.

My eyes locked with Melissa’s, a look of horror etched on her face.

The Naked Barbie Incident

In front of her was Ken, lying naked on top of Barbie in the four-poster bed. An American Girl doll lay by the wayside.

As quickly as I arrived, Melissa threw me out, slamming the door behind me.

We spent the reminder of our childhood pretending The Incident never happened.

The Naked Barbie Incident

I never looked at that boring four-poster bed the same.

 

 

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Judy Hodder
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Sarah,
These are brilliant!
Seriously wonderful!
Delightfully true!
Comedic!
Tragic!
Hilarious!
Precious!
Absolutely lovely!
Like you!
You have made my night with these!
I am a middle sister too.
With one brother.
I whipped my older sister’s door with my leather belt ( 9th grade, held up my streetdraggin’ bell bottoms) to get her to come out and face her victim. (Me) She laughed from behind the door. I got on big trouble for the chipped paint. I would do it again. I was wild with rage.
Your comic strip has given me my voice.