You're a Sexy Cliche

Image from post by Brittany West

The amount of art and artists that have worshiped at the shrine of Barbie is huge. Some designed dresses, some soliloquized her in song, some in art. Barbie is the ultimate cliche;
blonde, big busted and always sexy (more variations on this theme have been introduced since the mid eighties as a placatory PC effort, which does not detract from my argument).

Once when I was in the throws of a particularly nasty bout of self loathing a friend took me aside and explained that the way I was behaving was perfectly acceptable for someone going through that set of circumstances. I remember wailing that I didn't want to be a cliche, and my friend, Yoda like, said that cliches are cliches for
a reason. They are mostly true. I have been dating a cliche. I heard about men like him, I saw films dedicated to the type, poems, novels, I just didn't realise that I was involved with one.

I still kind of stubbornly refuse to give in to the idea completely, just like I was
reluctant to admit to being one myself, but they say the truth will set you free. And that's the best way to handle a sexy cliche; recognise it for what it is, develop a detached appreciation, and outgrow it, or, like many a little girl with one too many Barbie accessory (Malibu Ken and the convertible car is a particularly
irresistible one), you will find yourself enslaved to an expensive,insatiable, addiction.

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