• freamon@endlesstalk.org
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    1 year ago

    One of my earliest memories is of playing with my Action Man and his jeep - at one point I picked up my sister’s Barbie and plonked her in the passenger seat, thinking “this is fine, I’m not playing with dolls really”. Anyway, then I stood up and cracked my head on the bottom of a cabinet door, hard enough to draw blood. As I stood there, screaming at the sight of blood on my hand, a rogue thought occurred: “This is what you get for playing with the wrong toys”

    So, a sentence that little me could never have predicted: I’m borrowing a copy of the Barbie film from my Internet friend tonight, so that’s my evening sorted.