All those born in the time of Barbee raise your hands! Instead of bras, we should have burned that doll. Barbee gave us so many subliminal expectations, viz, we would all find happiness through (a) a new outfit, (b) a new pair of boots, (c) a new car, (d) a new house, (e) a new dog, (f) a cool sister, (g) a fabulous boyfriend, (h) ... Indeed, our alphabet of wants that plague us today, comes directly from Barbee. Oh, and yes, if only our bra size was bigger we would have all these and more.
Please note that Ken did not have the same requirement to fulfill sexually. I often have wondered about why Ken was not endowed by the Mattel Makers but figured he represented emasculated man because Barbee could be powerful without him. But, sadly, I believe today that he was not endowed because he was never meant to make the men sigh or want bigger. Men never had to live up to the physical totality of perfection. They would always be safe from boob jobs (unlike us) and the Mattel folks didn't want them to feel inadequate (which is the gift Barbee left us women).
So when my girls were born, the last doll I let them have was Barbee. I hope that making them wait was a good thing. I believe (being among the less endowed) that having bigger breasts would make them want to develop more and faster and have the same sort of wants we women of the 60s have. I didn't want that set of wants for my girls. And I wanted them to feel that they would be whole even if they lost a breast to cancer. I wanted them to be able to think of themselves as Amazons who could give up a breast and keep on hitting life just as hard as before. Pray g*d that that is how they will always feel.
The Barbee craze hit women hard but breast cancer hits us harder. We were all given an image of perfection on the outside -- not on the inside. I have yet to see a Barbee with a prosthetic breast. I have yet to see Mattel make amends by giving to breast cancer research. Come on, Mattel, one or the other would be nice.