Barbie for grownups

I had ordered it online, a couple of weeks earlier. Even though it’s very handy to do that, I always feel it takes forever to get the delivery. First you have to sign the agreement and send it back. Not until that’s done, can you get the new phone number. After that, you can only wait. Hopefully it’s just as good as it seemed when I read up on it, when I compared it with similar phones. Ok, ok, I confess, I am a techno geek. I love my electronic gadgets. I still have them all. All the old mobile phones and computers that I have owned. There’s actually quite a collection and it takes up a lot of room, but like I said, I love them.

I unpack the package that I’ve just picked up at the post office. I’m so excited to take it up and test it. And there it is, in the transparent box with a lid in orange plastic. My happiness is complete. Suddenly I’m struck with a dejá vú. Sometime a very long time age, I’ve felt exactly the same way. And then it occurs to me. Every time I unpacked a new Barbie, Skipper or one of the other fantastic dolls, I felt like this. Oh yes I know, it’s not all that politically correct to love Barbie dolls. They are plastic and have huge breasts.

As a small kid I learned that I wasn’t allowed to like them. And as I grow up I understood that my growing breasts had to be something wrong too. And since I also had a slim waist, like Barbie, I dressed up in loose fitting clothes, trying to hide.

But back to my new mobile phone. I play with it. Almost hugging it.:) And then I realize that it’s got to get a name. A name that reflects my feelings towards it. Barbie is the first that comes into my mind, but since my feelings for this doll are a bit mixed, I settle for Skipper. Skipper is politically correct enough. She is flat chested and totally lacks a waist. Just like my new W800. Smiling, I plug in the charger and start to test all the new features.

~ by irispolaris on 17 December, 2007.