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This week the St. Catharines Standard ran an editorial about a Mom whose daughter has cancer.
(Barbie worst role model when battle's life or death, Mon., Jan 12, 2012)
The Mother is putting pressure on Mattel Toy Company to make a bald Barbie. She figures that it will be a doll with which her daughter will be able to identify.
She has started a face book page and is evidently getting quite a lot of support.
The editor was appalled by the idea.
I was appalled, too.
Then I remembered the day that I executed Betsy Wetsy.
It happened in my bedroom when I was seven.
I marched her right up the imaginary scaffold and put the noose around her neck and let her drop.
I can't remember if BW had any last words.
She dangled and swayed in mid air while I changed roles from cruel executioner to sorrowful family member.
Blumpy, my stuffed elephant, and I sobbed piteously.
I remember being so satisfied with the performance, that poor Betsy Wetsy was executed several more times that day.
And sometimes the world can be a dark place.
Bald Barbie might not be a bad idea.