Ok, I can't begin to recount the Byzantine surfing path which lead me to this 8th Plastic Wonder of the World, but wow. Just, wow. Mattel is finally releasing a limited-edition "Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds" Barbie doll. To which I say: what took them so long?
My knee-jerk greenie reaction: I shudder to think of the carbon footprint, raw materials from petroleum, exploited Chinese workers, chicken feathers...
But... Then, there's this: OMG, Look-- it's Tippi, people! And she's in that cute mid-century skirt suit getup! And she's being ATTACKED BY CROWS! HEE HEE!!
Ok, I'll get ahold of myself now. There's still a portion of my peanut brain (1%? Slightly more?) that is wildly entertained by all the pop-culture stupid-ironic crap in the world. I'm a Gen Xer, what can I say. It's my one and only birthright. My tragic, pathetic birthright.
Truthfully, I'm just baffled by these companies that make piles and piles of this die-cast horse crap to sell to grownups. What's more, they make a freaking fortune. Homesteading will never, ever be hip, will it... Go on, you can tell me the truth. I can take it.