Barbie, oh barbie.

Barbie

Pink

shiny

perfect

Flawless

glittery

Straw like hair

Chest to envy

Barbie

girls dreams

Hopes

Crushed

Barbie

Barbie.

Blonde

Lipstick

Makeup

Flawless

Flawless.

I have flaws.

Ashley

Freckles

Brown hair

Mousy

Imperfect

Little chest

Big hips

Full of hope

Hope

Starry eyes

Brain

Barbie do you have a brain?

Are you better than me Barbie,

With your perfect eyes a inhuman blue,

And my almond brown, but filled with life?

Where is your life Barbie?

What about your perfect hair,

Always perfect,

Not a hair out of place,

Mine is consistently a mess,

Flawed,

Yes flawed

But Human.

Something you can never be.

46

only 46 create the blueprint,
only 46 to create a life.

this includes
236 strong white bones
connected by
thin
wiry
tendrils constantly building,
dying,
recycling,

within this inconsistent cage
is a mass of muscle
heart beating every second,
lungs breathing every moment,
stomach convulsing,
breaking down,
with industrial grade acid,
only protected by a thin
less than reassuring
layer of mukis.

Ashley Is

Ashley is
a girl
a voice
a personality
an opinion.

Sure she has a body,
she has flesh
freckles,
bloody mass of muscle,
ears, nose, eyes,

but thats not who she is.

she's a controversal topic
an opinionated mouth,
she's an immature child,
that speaks much to loud.
She's in-articulate in real life,
and a stammer under pressure.

She is everything she wants to be,
everything she needs to be,

Barbies.. and dead bodies?

Firstly I’d just like to say that I completely and totally disagree with everything Ms Prager had to say about Barbie dolls. I can see where it would seem that yes Barbie dolls were created as the visionary woman, but I think that is the reaction of an ultra-feminist. Though I do think feminism is a rad thing, I however have to draw the line with Barbie dolls.

Men get the perception we women should look like Barbie dolls because we let them think that for so long. If we didn’t like it we should’ve gone out there and showed them “hey we don’t all look like this, or dress like that”.

Also I think in the day and age were currently living in men have realized that we are all different, and no matter our shape, size, hair color, the way we dress, they don’t care. They understand that we come in variations, as we understand they do as well. Besides, even if men have this perception of what women should look like, don’t we have that as well? Though our idea of the perfect guy is different, we all have one. We cannot deny that every human desires a frighteningly perfect counterpart, but we all fail to see what kind of life that would be. A life without imperfections, no mistakes, getting everything right, I wouldn’t be able to survive.

Another thing I totally have to speak out against is her views on the sex parts on dolls and that correlation between male dignity and such, I just think that’s ridiculous. First of all Barbies have the breast shapes [they aren’t even that big] but they don’t have nipples. I don’t know about anyone else but I have never in my life seen a Barbie doll with nipples. Also its not like Barbie’s Vag is exposed or anything, it would be totally unfair for ken if his penis was all over the place and Barbie got to wear underpants. Where’s the justice in that? Lastly these dolls were made for little girls, people have problems now with body parts being shown in movies, let alone on dolls. Can you even imagine the kind of hassle it would be for Mattel if ken’s penis were exposed? Mothers would be in an uproar, there would be letters of complaints overflowing the offices of many. Kudos to Mattel for not being idiots and covering ken up.

On to American funerals and wakes, well this excerpt just fortified my initial thoughts, and I am now defiantly certain I want to be cremated. I mean to violate someone’s body is like grafiting a church or a temple of sorts. It’s disrespectful let alone inhuman. I mean I just can comprehend what type of person would ever want to, for a living, violate a corpse in everyway imaginable only to make it “presentable”. Then again who wants their body to be on display in the first place? I mean honestly how egotistical must you be to think that people would want to see your stinky rotting corpse on display for days on end. Wouldn’t you rather have someone remember you, as you were when you were alive instead of being forever haunted by the image of your lifeless decorated body? No sir, this form of body mutilation is not for me.

Body Map of Ashley

Location: My Psyche

Cause: Trying to be cool by downing more twisted apple vodka than my friends thinking I could handle it using Sunny-D as a chaser

Diagnosis: Alcohol Poisoning later followed by a mad hangover and a 3 month grounding sentence.

Treatment: Sleep and water

Follow-up: I am not able to think about Twisted apple vodka, or sunny-D for that matter, without getting the urge to vomit.

Location: My lips

Cause: Hormones.

Diagnosis: My First kiss

Treatment: Convincing myself it happened by kissing him again (it wasn’t as good)

Follow-up: Still makes me dizzy thinking about it.

Location: The tips of my hair.

Cause: Years of color torture and neglect.

Diagnosis: Split ends

Treatment: An occasional haircut and a cutback on dyes.

Follow-up: Healthier, but needs further healing time from all the abuse.

Location: My right ear cartilage

Cause: A childish desire to be more “hardcore”

Diagnosis: Cartilage ear infection

Treatment: Cleaning with alcohol, and sleeping on my left side for 8 months.

Follow-up: A healthy semi-permanent ear piercing

Location: My right bicep at the arm crease.

Cause: Being Alive.

Diagnosis: Birthmark.

Treatment: Pretending its not there and hope over time it will fade.

Follow-up: Not as obvious, but instead of being ashamed, am rather fond of my butterfly shaped friend that I am now quite accustomed to.

Location: My left wrist

Cause: My pathetic attempt at tattooing myself.

Diagnosis: Ink filled scratch

Treatment: Scrub out remaining ink, and hope to god it goes away.

Follow-up: A faded circular scar.

Location: My thighs and Confidence.

Cause: Ignorance and lack of exercise.

Diagnosis: Cellulite and a Lowered Self Confidence (Mild Depression)

Treatment: New Eating habits and Exercise

Follow-up: Looking better and Feeling better (mentally and physically)

Location: My whole body

Cause: My obsession with running around outside nude as an infant.

Diagnosis: Sunburn red and peely skin

Treatment: Tons of aloe vera and wearing clothes on every outlandish escapade ever since.

Follow-up: Hundreds of freckles intruding upon my fleshy self.