(For reasons known only to Cthulhu, captions aren’t working right on WordPress, so you’ll find the captions to the pics centered below them. I know that’s what you’re really here for… ^_^)
So, when we left them, my hero and villain were beginning an Akira-type merge, two women with different skill sets destined to become one great big woman of awesome proportions. There was only one problem. Without two opposites, I had no story. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to make pretend trips to the mall.
Enter Villain Ken. and his knick-knack podium!
The pressure I felt as a little girl was leaking into my fiction like a tide of poisoned jam. What choice did I have but to rebel? Luckily, Hero and Villain Barbie had equal parts brawn, brains and sparkly shirts.
It was my first real taste of rebellion as a storyline. The Kens of the world were in charge, and in my Barbie universe, I could do something about that.
Instead of confronting villainy head-on and fighting to the bitter end over pits of crocodiles, my heroines had to stick and move.
La Revolution had begun.
Tell me stories of childhood rebellion, kids. When did you feel under the thumb of tyranny? Like bedtimes. Ah, childhood tyranny.
(p.s. If you came here looking for the Industrial Workers of the World, yeah sorry, that’s not me. Verrrrry confused farmers.)