Barbie’s Letter 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 toya Santa, but IT’S DEFINITELY PAY BACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here this Christmas, or I’m gonna call for a nationwide melt down (and trust me, you won’t wanna be around to smell it). So, here’s my holiday wish list for 2003 . . 4)
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 up your butt?
2) Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white. What bone head at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite!
3) A REAL man. Hey, maybe GI JOE. Hell, I’d takeTickle-Me-Elmo over that wimped out excuse for a boy toy 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, apublic relations senior account exec!
8) A new, more 00’s persona. Maybe “PMS Barbie”, complete with a mini container of chocolate chip cookie dough icecream and a bag of chips; “Animal Rights Barbie”, with myvery own paint gun, fitted with a fake fur coat, bottle ofspray on blood and handcuffs; or “Stop Smoking Barbie,”sporting a 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.
Okay 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 girl for next Christmas. It’s just that simple.