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Barbie's Feet

This morning I woke up early, got out of bed, had a shower, made coffee, washed a few dishes and now I’m sitting here comfortable in a nightgown, thick socks and housecoat while my hair dries. Barbie can’t do most of that. Why, you may wonder. We all know about her figure problems. But, have you considered her feet?

I wrote this for the Feminist’s in Make up community at BackWash. I’m not sure if anyone read it. So I’m sticking it here, cause I kind of liked it. Nothing fancy, just one of those ideas you get as you’re doing something else.

My old Barbie clone, the Barbie’s I see at the stores and the really old Barbie I used to have, spend their lives on tip toes. The feet are made to fit high heels. How does the woman ever feel comfortable in snuggly socks? How does she ever play sports?

I know they make a horse for her to ride, how does she do that in heels? Driving in heels isn’t as easy as driving in flat shoes either. Is it ok for Barbie to be a dangerous driver just for fashion or whatever reason women wear shoes that wreck their feet?

Mostly though, Barbie can’t just get out of bed and walk around barefoot until she finds her comfy socks. She can’t wander around her home, half awake, in the dark. You try doing that on tip toes! Stub a toe and you won’t get too far. She can’t enjoy feeling comfortable. It’s not fair. The poor girl will never get to first base if she can’t wear the right shoes for running around the bases.

Cradle Robber Baroness

Age is just a number… ever hear that one? Sure you have. But, when a 17 year old boy becomes interested in you (yes in THAT way) age is a lot more than a number.

I’m only the smallest bit flattered. I don’t think he likes me cause I’m especially hot I think he likes me cause I’m not some awkward 16 year old girl and too self involved to chat with an awkward, sort of shy 17 year old boy. The only way that flatters me is that I’m chatty, in a nice way.

I can’t date this boy. Yes, I admit I allowed myself a fantasy or two, just for fun. But the reality is that I’m more than 20 years older than he is. That’s a lot of life lived. When you’re that young you think you know everything, can understand everything. But, baby, I’ve lived it and it’s a lot different 20 years later.

So, I won’t date the 17 year old boy. I’m not sure going out for a coffee after work is ok. But, I’ve done that with other people from work.

The funny thing is that I wouldn’t have thought twice about should I or shouldn’t I except for a 21 year old woman at work who thinks the boy and I would be really good for each other and we look really cute together. That doesn’t make a relationship. I have a feeling also, that a 17 year old boy can’t even imagine the kind of relationship that I’m looking for. It’s out of his scope. Just like me.

I Really Want a Trip

I want to go farther than Ontario. At least as far as Manitoba, the next province over in a westerly direction. I was looking up the Greyhound bus fares tonight. If you get your tickets two weeks ahead it’s $124 return. Not sure if that includes those pesky taxes though. Still, under $150, not too bad. It should be even better in off season, around my birthday. If I can hold out until after my birthday (and all that Christmas stuff that just keeps getting in the way, taking credit for the holiday) the fares will be pretty cheap.

Once upon a time when I was not 30 yet, I went out to Vancouver with a $400 pass, good for 3 months worth of travel. Those were great trips. Solo woman traveler, the best way to go!

Anyway, I really really really want a trip! Did I mention that? I wish I could drive out there. But, the car is not making happy anymore. It stopped being fun to drive afer the radiator blew a few weeks ago. Now I dread every shake, noise and grind that thing makes. I have a terrible feeling there is something wrong with the transmission now. If so, that car has seen it’s last roadkill.