Monday, February 25, 2008

Barbie's Puke!



By popular demand, here it is: Drunk Barbie as interpreted by my eight-year-old daughter, Lillie, after her unauthorized reading of Tucker Max.

This is a detail of a larger drawing. I’m not sure what the story concerns, but apparently, Barbie arrives home to find that voice balloons are claiming ownership of the house. To make matters worse, Barbie is hammered—you can see the cocktail in her hand. “What have you guys done with my house?” she wails. “Oh guys, no you don’t!” That’s when it happens.

Splat.

Barbie's puke!

And it’s chunky.

Barbie's now ready for her dream date with Tucker Max.

11 comments:

Bridget said...

Dude. That lovely drawing had better go up on the wall!!!

"Chunky!"

Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!

norby said...

Wow, quite a picture. Poor Barbie.

Collette said...

Love, love, love it. She's quite the storyteller. Wonder where she gets that from? ;-)

Jocasta said...

You must frame that. It's better than half the crap I saw come out of art classes in college.

Mitzi said...

Um, I think you might be Drunk Barbie.

Mia said...

She remembered to use apostrophes in "it's!" Hip hip hooray! Buy that girl an ice cream.

On a semi-serious note, I wonder where she heard the "It's my house" stuff at? Maybe it's her internal conflict and she feels like drunk Barbie? Am I getting too deep? *snickers* I just said deep.

Tilda said...

Oh my God, that's fantastic! That's a keeper. That totally made my day.

Anna Smash said...

Ohmigod. I think that Lillie drew my last night. Although for the record, I was not the one doing the puking.

(Must stop sleeping with the younger men...)

Mia said...

LOL! I just got where she heard all of that "It's my house" stuff. Good thing I still watch Nickelodeon. There was a commercial for Barbie My House and there's voices around sing-songing "It's my house" "No, it's my house" "It's MY house." LMAO Her mind's been infected by both commercials and Tucker Max! And poor Barbie's the one that has to pay for it.

Jefferson said...

Right you are, Mia. Nice catch.

When I first saw the drawing, I wondered what the house could represent. Is it our family's home, divided between Mom's house and Dad's house? Does Lillie harbor lingering anxieties about knowing if "home" is secure?

So I asked her about it and she said, "Yeah, I was drawing and this commercial came on TV and the kids were like, 'it's my house!" "no, it's my house!" and I was like, whatever."

I guess sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and a drunk Barbie is just a drunk Barbie.

Anonymous said...

Absolutely priceless!!
Thank you for granting this plebes' humble request.
:D

-N3ophyte