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artsWhat Happened to Ken?
I was born a teenager due to the miracle of modern plastics. I never had to search for my dream girl: Barbie Millicent Roberts and I were made for each other – literally. After 43 wonderful years, we separated in what was called the break-up of the millennium. It wasn’t my idea. You’ll hear lot of stories, including that I was reluctant to get married. This is PR nonsense. Barbie and Mattel decided we should separate. I’m a company doll. I had no choice. At first, I thought, maybe this is a blessing in disguise. I mean, all my life I’ve lived in Barbie’s shadow. She got the adulation. I felt like a hanger-on. Often she traveled alone. People dismissed me as “eye candy.” There was always that innuendo…you know…comparing me to GI Joe and suggesting I was a preppy wuss. In response, I was muscled up as Superstar Ken in 1977. Then people said I looked like a Yuppie on steroids and no real boy could measure up to me. Some dolls just can’t win. Remember, I’m not always incontrol of my destiny. I drifted in limbo, execs considered “retiring me,” but I kept the faith.Then came Toy Story 3. It did for me what Pulp Fiction did for John Travolta. Barbie and I reconnected in the movie. I decided (along with my masters at Mattel) to do a full court press to get Barbie back: professions of love on Facebook and Twitter—even national billboards. I’m proud to say I was a leader in fads and fashion, but always with class. I was hip, but never a hippie. I was cool, but never a rebel. Today, I sport a Justin Bieber look with loose locks, jeans and T-shirt, plus a Palm Beach Line. Barbie thinks it’s way cool. We are back together now, happier than ever. “Reunited…and it feels so good.”
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