Is it Barbie....or is it The Joker??

It must have been my eighth Christmas, we had just returned to the UK from three years in Germany, where we lived on a joint U.S./British airforce base. While there we had made good friends with an American family, and thus for my Christmas present they had sent me a Barbie doll. I remembered it arrived in a catalogue box (for those of you who don't remember catalogues, i.e. Grattons etc. - your order used to quite often arrive in a large fairly flat box). That is how Barbie entered my life for the first time, along with an extensive wardrobe. I was smitten. She was so glamourous, knocked socks of Sindy (Cindy?). Her pert nose, long glamourous hair (which incidentally was only stitched around the circumference of her scalp. I remember this particularly because I made the mistake of undoing her hair from some impossibly glamourous style which I spent the next 5 or so years of my life trying to re-create!!), hourglass figure to die for, I mean talk about top heavy. She loomed large in my life for a long time - sad eh!

Anyway she has turned up in my life again, this time as a fellow student in the real estate course I am doing. She came in late the first day and plopped herself down next to me. She has religiously arrived late every day since, but when you look like Barbie I guess you can get away with that stuff.

There she was, real life Barbie, sat right next to me. Now when I say "real life" I am using some license here because I honestly don't think "Barbie" was born this way. Science has worked wonders on her and I am fascinated to know what is real and what isn't. Her profile is so weird, I would definitely want my money back if I was her. The cheek bones are amazing. But unfortunately when she smiles, she looks a bit like the Joker, one of Batman's arch enemies. Nothing moves above the lip line. The boobs have got to be fake. I thimk I could probably get my hands around her throat .....whoops ...er... waist!!

It goes without saying that she can't move an inch without every male eye on the room twitching. Men are sooo dense...er...shallow.

Anyway I just couldn't concentrate on the course, I had to move seats because I spent the entire first day sneaking glances, looking for clues.....

Carolyn - I just realised this completely goes against the sentiment of your post today....LOL