Metrosexual that is.
Now, after a heart-wrenching, two-year separation — for the record, it was her idea — Ken and Barbie are headed for a romantic reunion, according to their handlers. Ken's new attraction? A makeover, set to be unveiled today at a news conference in Manhattan, that finds him sporting a more rugged jaw line, wearing cargo pants and listening to Norah Jones.
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Ken's new garb includes a motorcycle jacket and cargo pants. But that's not all: he now dabbles in Buddhism and has learned to cook.
For the record, I like Norah Jones. And I cook, although I don't wear cargo pants or motorcycle jackets, and I don't "dabble" in Buddhism. And, I don't have a problem with any of these things. I put this down only because I expect conservatives of the idiot variety to flip their shit over the changes to Ken and harken back to an idealized golden age that never really existed. A place where men were virile men, and women knew their places. Meanwhile, certain women will remind us that if Barbie were a real woman she would measure in at an impossibly 8 feet tall with arms measuring blah blah blah blah.
And Ken and Barbie will still remain plastic toys. Let's move on.
Also, somewhere in this post I want to point out that Ken can still kick Jonah's Goldberg's ass, Buddhism or no.
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/09/business/09barbie.html?hp&ex=1139547600&en=04a5528a76a51549&ei=5094&partner=homepage
Posted by mike at February 9, 2006 12:19 AM