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You might THINK you don't need a Barbie mansion but you'd be WRONG - $25

I understand. You're on Craigslist looking for a gift for your daughter. I'm on Craigslist trying to sell some $#@!. We're not super-rich people. But that doesn't mean we should impose our frugal slog of a "life" on our daughters' Barbies.
Barbie is not some middle-class, work-hard-every-day, save-her-pennies-and-maybe-someday-she'll-climb-out-of-debt kind of girl. She's a $#@!-ing movie star, wrapped in a supermodel, enveloped in rock-and-roll, and cloaked in the teal-and-pink-shimmery-evening-gown version of Manifest Destiny.
Ask yourself: should Barbie live in a ranch home?
Should Barbie mail her monthly rent check to a thick-waisted bald guy in a sleeveless t-shirt who fancies himself a businessman because he owns a few moderately-well-maintained properties?
Should Barbie stare vacantly at the counter while she waits for her toast to pop up, wondering when life will change?
Should Barbie take the stairs when she'd rather take an elevator?
No, no, no, and no.
Barbie without a mansion is like ham and eggs without the eggs. Just ham! Or it's the Rocky Mountains without the mountains. Preposterous! All that's left is "Rocky," which isn't a place at all but a movie about a rugged poor guy who eats raw eggs (again with the eggs!) in the middle of the night so he can get strong enough to punch another guy harder, which is about as far as you can get from the Barbie lifestyle.
This mansion has multiple rooms that are stylish as $#@! and a bunch of Barbie-sized furniture and clothing that is classier than anything any of us could ever hope to have. There's also a rooftop hang-out spot with one of those pergola things overhead that's draped with white satin. Imagine: stepping onto the rooftop of your mansion and being shaded in white satin. Do you feel the breeze? Do you smell the ocean, even if you live a thousand miles from one?
My daughters and their friends played with this mansion for hours. To be honest, I don't know what they saw or felt or dreamed about when they were doing it, for I was using that time to chill. But I'd like to think that my superstar daughters and their almost-as-amazing friends were expanding their minds--and their dreams--to a place beyond our Midwestern confines, to a time when they, too, will watch the sun-kissed horizon above an endless ocean, chins up, their gazes thoughtful yet relaxed, as they bask in the peace of knowing Deeper Truths than the rest of us can fathom.
PLUS, we bought this thing for $150 and we're selling it for $25. It's got a few stains here and there, but still... THAT'S WHAT I CALL A BARGAIN!
There's also a hot pink Barbie car.

Gashouse wrote:My friend's Craigslist ad:

You might THINK you don't need a Barbie mansion but you'd be WRONG - $25

I understand. You're on Craigslist looking for a gift for your daughter. I'm on Craigslist trying to sell some $#@!. We're not super-rich people. But that doesn't mean we should impose our frugal slog of a "life" on our daughters' Barbies.
Barbie is not some middle-class, work-hard-every-day, save-her-pennies-and-maybe-someday-she'll-climb-out-of-debt kind of girl. She's a $#@!-ing movie star, wrapped in a supermodel, enveloped in rock-and-roll, and cloaked in the teal-and-pink-shimmery-evening-gown version of Manifest Destiny.
Ask yourself: should Barbie live in a ranch home?
Should Barbie mail her monthly rent check to a thick-waisted bald guy in a sleeveless t-shirt who fancies himself a businessman because he owns a few moderately-well-maintained properties?
Should Barbie stare vacantly at the counter while she waits for her toast to pop up, wondering when life will change?
Should Barbie take the stairs when she'd rather take an elevator?
No, no, no, and no.
Barbie without a mansion is like ham and eggs without the eggs. Just ham! Or it's the Rocky Mountains without the mountains. Preposterous! All that's left is "Rocky," which isn't a place at all but a movie about a rugged poor guy who eats raw eggs (again with the eggs!) in the middle of the night so he can get strong enough to punch another guy harder, which is about as far as you can get from the Barbie lifestyle.
This mansion has multiple rooms that are stylish as $#@! and a bunch of Barbie-sized furniture and clothing that is classier than anything any of us could ever hope to have. There's also a rooftop hang-out spot with one of those pergola things overhead that's draped with white satin. Imagine: stepping onto the rooftop of your mansion and being shaded in white satin. Do you feel the breeze? Do you smell the ocean, even if you live a thousand miles from one?
My daughters and their friends played with this mansion for hours. To be honest, I don't know what they saw or felt or dreamed about when they were doing it, for I was using that time to chill. But I'd like to think that my superstar daughters and their almost-as-amazing friends were expanding their minds--and their dreams--to a place beyond our Midwestern confines, to a time when they, too, will watch the sun-kissed horizon above an endless ocean, chins up, their gazes thoughtful yet relaxed, as they bask in the peace of knowing Deeper Truths than the rest of us can fathom.
PLUS, we bought this thing for $150 and we're selling it for $25. It's got a few stains here and there, but still... THAT'S WHAT I CALL A BARGAIN!
There's also a hot pink Barbie car.

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July 31 24, 12:21 pm

Would you like me to pay Oprah a visit?