During a recent chat about my childhood summer adventures, my daughter, with her wide eyes, exclaimed, “You played with Barbies even at 10?!” Little did she know, my Barbie escapades were not what one might call innocent.
Growing up, Saturday mornings were sacred in our household: cereal, cartoons, and Barbies—no exceptions. After indulging in bowls of Frosted Flakes and enjoying the antics of our favorite animated shows, my sister and I would retreat to our room, where the real fun began with the iconic dolls. Yet, I must confess something I’ve kept hidden all these years: my Barbie was a total seductress.
Yes, you read that right. While many see Barbie as a symbol of childhood innocence, I transformed her into a dramatic soap opera star, complete with steamy escapades. My Barbie had a fabulous pink canopy bed, which she used to entertain none other than the handsome Malibu Ken, who sported perfectly placed tan lines. My sister, on the other hand, had a Ken from the less glamorous Heart Family series, complete with permanent plastic underwear—an unfortunate detail she lamented time and again.
To spice things up, we often assigned our Barbies and Kens roles from our favorite TV shows. I remember a phase where my Barbie was Eden, and my Ken was Cruz from the classic soap opera Santa Barbara. My sister frequently cast her Ken as Ricky Schroder or Joey McIntyre. However, more often than not, I used Barbie to play out my own romantic fantasies, with Ken representing my latest crush. And yes, I’m embarrassed to admit this: my Barbie wasn’t just dating one guy—she was a two-timer.
As a devoted fan of The Monkees around the age of 9, I found myself torn between Davy Jones—who was the quintessential heartthrob—and Micky Dolenz, whom I secretly found irresistible. I struggled with these feelings, much like a character in a dramatic love triangle. Enter Barbie relationship therapy. I used Barbie to navigate my crushes, often having her date Davy while being drawn irresistibly to Micky. I had two Kens at my disposal, thanks to my sister’s Rodeo Ken, who was not exactly a leading man due to his awkward design.
Despite the inappropriate scenarios I created, I eventually declared my undying love for Micky, and from that point on, I was faithful—much to the chagrin of poor Davy.
Now, before you start blaming my parents for my imaginative escapades, let’s set the record straight. They were wonderful parents. Sure, my mom might have encouraged my soap opera viewing habits, but I turned out fine. My Barbie’s escapades were a playful exploration of feelings I didn’t fully understand yet, while I remained the epitome of innocence in real life—except for the whole Barbie affair. I was naturally curious about relationships, but I learned early on that I didn’t need to act on every whim. And so, my Barbie lived out those fantasies for me.
So, yes, despite my daughter’s disbelief, I did play with Barbies at the age of 10. And looking back, perhaps it’s best that she hasn’t yet discovered the full extent of the adventures I had with my dolls.
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Summary:
In this light-hearted reflection, Jenna shares her childhood love for Barbies, revealing how her innocent play turned into a dramatic soap opera filled with romantic escapades. Through her playful imagination, she navigated crushes and relationships while maintaining her real-life innocence.
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