Holiday: Barbie & Ken 1999 Letter To Santa:

Barbie's 1999 Letter To Santa:

Holiday: Barbie & Ken 1999 Letter To Santa:





Barbie's 1999 Letter To Santa:



Dear Santa,

Listen you fat troll, I've been saving your ass every year, being the

perfect Christmas Present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in December and

dressing in fake Chanel at sappy tea parties. I hate to break it to ya',

Santa, but it's payback time. There had better be some changes around here,

or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown, and trust me, you don't wanna

be around to smell it. These are my demands for Christmas 1999:



1. Sweat pants and an oversized sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a

hooker in hot pink bikinis. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have

nylon and Velcro up your butt? I don't suppose you do.

2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. That cheap-o molded

underwear some genius at Mattel came up with look like cellulite!

3. A REAL man... I don't care if you have to go to Hasbro to get him, bring

me GI JOE. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me-Elmo over that pathetic bump of a

boy-toy, Ken. And what was up with that earring anyway? ?HULLO!?!

4. It's about time you made us all anatomically correct. Give me arms that

actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is

anatomically correct.

5. Breast reduction surgery. 'Nuff said.

6. A jog-bra. To wear until I get the surgery.

7. A new career. Pet doctor, school teacher and make real money.

8. A new, more 90s, persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie," complete with a pint of

cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips.

9. No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl

complexion.

10. Mattel stock options. It's been 40 years - I think I deserve a piece of


the action. Considering my valuable contribution to society and Mattel.



I think these demands are reasonable. If you don't like it, you can find

yourself a new bitch for next Christmas. It's that simple.



Yours truly,

Barbie







Ken's 1999 Letter To Santa:



Dear Santa,

It has come to my attention that one of my colleagues has petitioned you

for changes in her contract, specifically asking for anatomical and career

changes. In addition, it is my understanding that disparaging remarks were

made about me, my sexuality, and some of my fashion choices. I would like

to take this opportunity to inform you of issues concerning Ms. Barbie, as

well as some of my own needs and desires:



First, I, along with several of my colleagues, feel Ms. Barbie DOES NOT

deserve the preferential treatment she has received over the years. That

bitch has everything. Neither I, nor Joe, Jem, nor The Raggedys, Ann &

Andy, have dream houses, Corvettes, dune buggies, evening gowns, and some

of us do not even have the ability to change our hairstyle. I have had a

limited wardrobe, obviously designed to complement but never upstage Ms.

Barbie. My decision to accessorize with an earring was immediately

quashed, which I protest, for it was my decision and reflects my lifestyle

choice. I would like a change in my career to further explore my creative

nature. Some options which could be considered are "Decorator Ken,"

"Beauty Salon Ken," or "Broadway Ken." Other avenues which could be

considered are: "Go-Go Ken," "Impersonator Ken" (with wigs and gowns), or

"West Hollywood Ken." These would more accurately reflect my interests

and, I believe, open up markets that have been under-served.



As for Ms. Barbie needing bendable arms so she can "push me away", I need

bendable knees so I can kick the bitch to the curb. Bendable knees would

also be helpful in other situations of which you are aware.



In closing, further concessions to the Blonde Bimbo from Hell, while the

needs of others within my coalition are ignored, will result in legal

action to be taken by myself and others. And kindly tell Ms. Barbie she

can forget about G.I. Joe...He's Mine!!! ?

at least that's what he said last night.



Sincerely,

Ken