Sexes: KEN VS BARBIE

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Sexes: KEN VS BARBIE





From Barbie to Santa:


Dear Santa,

Listen you fat little troll, I've been helping you out every
year, playing at being the perfect Christmas Present, wearing skimpy
bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many
tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT'S DEFINITELY PAYBACK
TIME! There had better be some changes around here this Christmas, or
I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you won't wanna be around
to smell it). So, here's my holiday wish list for 1998, Santa.

1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweatshirt. I'm
sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get?
Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and velcro crawling up your
butt?

2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white. What bonehead
at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks
like cellulite!

3. A REAL man... maybe GI Joe. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me Elmo over that wimped-out
excuse for a boytoy Ken. And what's with that earring anyway? If I'm gonna have to
suffer with him, at least make him (and
me) anatomically correct.

4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away
once he is anatomically correct.

5. Breast reduction surgery. I don't care whose arm you have to twist, just get it
done.

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

7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it. How about a
systems analyst? Or better yet, a public relations senior account exec!

8. A new, more 90s persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete
with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
and a bag of chips; "Animal Rights Barbie", with my very own paint gun,
outfitted with a fake fur coat, bottle of spray on blood and handcuffs; or "Stop
Smoking Barbie," sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with several
packs of gum.

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

10. Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years-I think I deserve it.


Ok, Santa, that's it. Considering my valuable contribution to society, I
don't think these requests are out of line. If you disagree, then you
can find yourself a new bitch for next Christmas. It's that simple.

Yours truly,
Barbie
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Ken's Letter To Santa

Dear Santa,

I understand 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 ability to please, and some of my fashion choices.
I would like to take this opportunity to inform you of some of my issues
concerning Ms. Barbie, and some of my own needs and desires.

First of all, I along with several other colleagues feel
Barbie DOES NOT deserve preferential treatment - the bitch has everything.
I, along with Joe, Jem, Raggedy Ann & Andy DO NOT have a dreamhouse,
corvette, evening gowns, and in some cases, the ability to change our hair
style. I personally have only 3 outfits which I am forced to mix and
match at great length. My decision to accessorize my outfits with an earring
was my decision and reflects my lifestyle choice.

I too would like a change in career. Have you ever considered "Decorator
Ken", "Beauty Salon Ken", or "Out of work Actor Ken"? In addition, there
are several other avenues which could be considered such as:
"S & M Ken", "Green Lantern Ken", "Circuit Ken", "Bear Ken", "Master Ken."
These would more accurately reflect my desires and perhaps open up new
markets.

And as for 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 for me in other situations - we've talked about this issue
before.

In closing, I would like to point out that any further concessions to the
blonde bimbo from hell will result in actions to be taken by myself and
others. And Barbie can forget about having Joe - he's mine, at least
that's what he said last night in bed.

Sincerely,
Ken

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