Because I wasn't. I wanted one, and a dream house, really badly but mostly for the clothes and accessories. Hours of dressing! Hours of decorating! Hours of soap opera drama in my head! I contented myself with horse stables for my plastic horses, ridden by those clip-on animals that were all the rage in the late 70s. But I remember keenly wanting all those Barberiffic tempting aids to playtime imagination. It never occurred to me that I was supposed to look like her or act like she did on the ads - she was so obviously not human., and those were so obviously not the adventures I'd make for her. Plus the one I really wanted was Castilian Barbie with the sparkly red dress and all that luscious black hair. And the giant GI Joe tanker too. Man, *that* was a dream house of crazy compartments!

Did Barbie form your self-image or expectations? If so, how?