...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

not found in 'The Art of War'

"Mom, which do you think would win in a battle. Army men toys or Barbie?"

"Seriously? Barbie. No doubt."

"Nuh unh! Army men toys would totally beat Barbies in a battle! Army dudes have everything! Everything! They would totally take Barbies."

"They don't have everything, my son."

"Whattaya mean they don't have everything?! They've got weapons and training and power! They'd totally defeat Barbie."

"They don't have intrigue, honey. Clearly you don't realize that Barbie is equipped, ready and willing to be anyone at any time.Vet? Check. Gymnast? Covered. Pop star? Absolutely. Super model? Obviously. Successful Sunshine Family mother of two? Fry it up in a pan. The point is, you never know who Barbie is from one moment to the next. Thus, she's a super fighter."

"Big deal."

"Oh, that's not the biggest deal. I'll tell you the biggest deal. Barbie, my son, also has breasts. Sweater bombs, if you will. One day, you're gonna learn many a man, even those with weapons, training and power at their disposal, have fallen victim to such an arsenal. They can make even the smartest men do the dumbest things."

"If you say so."

"Oh, I know so. I also think I've won this debate. Lesson learned."

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