Barbie stole my fucking joke.

Howie “Genocide Joke” Echo-Hawk responds.

Howie Echo-Hawk

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Listen.

Barbie is fucking funny.
It’s fucking hilarious actually.
So many parts of it work, the jokes land so quickly and so unexpectedly– it was wholly unexpected on my part.
In fact I went in expecting to not like it at all and instead me and my partner and my family were talking at length about our favorite quips and jest.

As far as it’s feminism, it was mostly drivel that never really goes there like how you would like– but hey, thats Hollywood baby. Thats just how they do progressive storytelling. I’m sure people are already telling the world about how it basically just makes the Kens and the other men into cartoon jokey jokesters, which never really alludes to the absolute terror that men and the patriarchy have spread, and continue to spread, throughout the world. IFYKYK, right?

But anyways, let’s get to the thanksgiving turkey of it all.
The “I” in the “BIPOC” of it all.
The “I” in the “DEI.”
The“I” in the genocide.
And so on.

When Ken comes home and just explains how horses and men rule the world (god, it is funny to say that tho), and that patriarchy is good, the Barbies just tip over and fucking accept this new wave of rulership, and all the sudden are brainwashed, finding they actually do prefer being subservient to their new masters.

“Master Race Ken Doll, coming soon!”

After Barbie and pals come back, the real world mom says, “Its like the Indigenous people and smallpox, they have no immunity to it!,” or some fucked shit like that, which is uesed as some sort of smug, liberal metaphor for explaining why a president Barbie, nobel prize winning scientist and a writer Barbies (respectively) and everyone else would just bend over and take the plastic mound of non genitals from the Ken Ken Kens (see what I did there?)

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