Sunday morning. 3:00 AM. I awoke with a start. To the best of my knowledge, I had not been dreaming. Instead, I had had a vision of a migration … like thousands of wildebeest stampeding across the savanna, traversing rivers, leaping underbrush and debris. But, there was a difference. They weren’t wildebesst. They were blue Barbies. I envisioned a large herd of blue Barbies … pushing and shoving, struggling to keep up with the herd. Those that fell along the way were immediately trampled. If they fell behind, they were easy prey for the Ken’s that trailed and stalked the herd. Ken, the consummate predator, dressed Barbiesque to steal closer to the herd.
Why blue? I wish I knew. I only knew it had to be blue. The eyes white … the wide open, vacant stare of a Barbie. What better symbol than a Barbie to represent the need for conformity … the pack mentality … our way, or the highway.