Thursday, July 19, 2012
I looked for an image of the 70s Barbie, from the time I played with Barbies, for a side by side comparison. Boy, am I sorry. Google imaging "barbie torso 70s" is a NSFW kinda thing. Apparently, in answer to the girls who fretted over their own less than hourglass figures, the manufacturer changed her body type.
I have no problem with that. I mean, who cares, right? As a child, it never once occurred to me to look at a doll and think, "wow, I hope my bazooms are that freakishly large when I grow up! Surely, this is an ideal I should live up to." Nope. Not once. I thought about how creepy it was when you accidentally hyperextended her knees, or how frickin' losable her pink kitten-heeled mules were. You'd get them with a new outfit and they'd last one day, two days, tops. They fell off and mysteriously absorbed into the carpet.
I eventually gave up my Barbie playin' days when I became a little too interested in Barbie and Ken's "alone time." Even after Ken's head broke off and it was lost.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
If my time-flies edict is true, then why am I so impatient sometimes? Hurry up and get here lunch hour or weekend or trip out of town! I realize this impatience is the antithesis of zen, of just "being in the moment, man." I would have made a terrible hippie. Good thing I was born too late for that. Well, just a little. Family photo albums reveal in my childhood wardrobe and long hair that I intersected with Era That Won't Go Away (I'll rant on "The 60s" some other time).
Anyway, where was I? I suppose I can figure it out for myself that I am the cause of the time-going-by-fast problem with all my finger-drumming and eye-rolling impatience. I suppose I should ask a relaxed, patient person if she also feels time slips by too quickly? Two subjects, not a very robust study, I admit, but it's a good first step.
Monday, July 2, 2012
What a 12 months it been. Big life changes are the ultimate shake-down. Your own personal internal hurricane, ripping up roots, toppling those nice neat piles of bricks you had stacked up. A year in, and we've still got the power on. We're stocked up for the next one, too.