Barbie Doll

Fake, The New Real

Hollywood shows good and bad role models these days. These role models range in age from twelve to seventy years old. Some of these role models display the bad, the terrible, the worse than terrible, the things that get into girls heads these days and show them what Hollywood likes, not what the human race likes. There are many girls these days that follow Hollywood like it's the rules of being popular, the rules of being liked.

Open a Cosmo, see what the first girl you look at looks like, celebrity or not. Got it? Okay, now tell me, do you think it's possible for a normal girl, eating normal food, living a normal life, to look like that? Probably not, in this day and age. Living these days is different than when even Marilyn Monroe was around, she was a thicker model, a real model. Now we have Paris Hilton showing us what she thinks "perfect" is. She is not perfect, nor will she ever be perfect. Perfect is in the eye of the beholder, If you are happy, you are perfect. Happy for yourself, not others, though. You can't live to make others happy.

In the poem "Barbie Doll", by Marge Piercy, a normal, happy girl was turned over to a new life style when nobody accepted her for who she was. "This girl child was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-pee and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy." She grew up, nothing out of the ordinary. "Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said you have a great big nose and fat legs"

The girl in this poem reminds me of me. Being a girl that had normal self esteem, going to a tom boy elementary school where over-alls on a girl was the coolest outfit you could have.

The summer between elementary school and junior high school, all the girls changed, and nobody informed me. I had big clothes and scraggly hair pulled back into a pony tail. All the other girls, had hair slicked down, cut into cute styles, and tighter clothes. I was made