I thought, perhaps, I should blog about the severed Barbie head photo that I put up on Facebook. She has created quite a stir--and probably caused terror ridden nightmares for a few of my close friends. She even inspired a blog post written by my friend Christy Raedeke.
This head belongs to one of my childhood Barbies which was given to me in a huge batch of Barbie paraphernalia by my babysitter. Notice that she has real eyelashes--she's from the sixties (and in pristine condition probably would have been worth some $$).
How did she get in this eerily disturbing condition? Anyone out there have a big brother? Well, I do. He is five years older than I and spent much of his childhood figuring out ways to psychologically torture me. My brother had GI Joes complete with jeeps, guns, and a giant orange surveillance tower. Whenever I would be happily playing with my Barbie Star Stage and Galleria, my brother and his friends would carefully plan a strategic ambush of my hot pink world. They would storm in and kidnap as many Barbies as they could fit into the jeep. Then they would strip them down, cut their hair and hang them naked from the top of the GI Joe tower.
Here, you see the sole survivor of these torturous raids on Barbie-land. I'm not sure what has happened to her body. The last time I saw it, it was covered in teeth marks and planted by our swing set.
So, I ask you, is it any wonder I have written and illustrated a creepy picture book full of spiders and headless dolls? And, should I be worried that my five-year-old actually enjoys playing with the severed doll head??