Barbie Got It Wrong

I‘m supposed to be “exempt” from watching Barbie, right? I mean, come on…. I’m a 40-something business owner, wear solid black every — single — day [occasionally I spice things up and wear red shoes], and have been immune from childhood fantasies and glitter for years.

So tell me, how in the world did I find myself walking past a hot-pink-Hummer-limo, and into a crowded theater, filled with women of all ages, decked out in their best Barbie outfits?

I’ll tell you how, a Hassie made me do it.

Fine, you’re right — no one can “make” me do anything I don’t want to do. HOWEVER, Hassie never asks for anything, so when Hassie asks, I do.

We settled into our seats, sweet & salty snacks in hand, and all iPhones set to silent [the movie previews told me I was a hero for doing this — so, WIN!!].

You know what happens next… Beautiful Barbie steps into the spotlight, pink dominates every pixel of the screen, singing, dancing, and blah, blah, blah…

I sit in sheer joy, radiating with pride, ecstatic that I get to tell everyone the movie was horrible, just as I had predicted.

Surely, the movie is wrapping up. All the Kens, Barbies, and pink swirls are almost done, right? WRONG.