Postmodern Barbie

marbletables is a bad yet AWESOME person. Because of her my face hurts from laughing and I have spent the last hour cackling, squeeing over Skype and watching Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse on Youtube, one three-minute episode at a time.

IT IS AMAZING.

I am laughing hysterically and because of stuff that is LEGIT FUNNY, not just bad-funny. It is awesome. There are lots of meta jokes and general hilarity, and Ken is kind of supposedly manly except actually very feminised to fit in with Barbie's dream world, and Barbie is awesome and just. Everything fills me with glee.

RANDOM PENIS JOKES. SHAMELESS PRODUCT PLACEMENT. LESBIAN DOMTEXT. (Like subtext except more aggressive.) The brunettes are evil if they're white and the bad-boy is hilarious: he has a guitar and a leather jacket. Ken and Barbie show us that the couple that squees together, stays together.

KEN SUFFERED A HAIR GEL TRAGEDY. THERE ARE GLITTER GEYSERS. BARBIE IS THE CLOSET PRINCESS. SHE HAS HAD 135 CAREERS AND SHE CAN'T DRIVE BUT SHE CAN PUT A CAR TOGETHER. SKIPPER JUST WANTS TO GO ONLINE AND CHELSEA WANTS A TENNIS-PLAYING ROBOT FOR HER BIRTHDAY.

I can barely make myself stop capslocking. This is the purest joy I've had since Amy Pond's face.

BARBIE/RAQUELLE OTP