My biggest problem with Barbie, aside from her bizarre leg length and waist-to-hip ratio is that she’s so damn hopeful. Driving around in her pink car, dressing in ballgowns and bitty high heels that stick like burrs to the carpet until they embed themselves in the soles of your feet–she seems to think life is all parties and dates and good times. Where’s the Barbie for the girls who know our existence is pain, who read Wuthering Heights, and who only like singers that wail in a monotone?
Well, we finally have the Barbie we are looking for, courtesy of Funny of Die, and via Jezebel. Goth Barbie. Oh, and while she may be friends with bi-curious Barbie, this does beg the question: Isn’t every Barbie bi-curious? All mine were, anyway.