I may be plastic, but I got wisdom
It’s me! Yazzie, the doll! Hold your applause.
Just kidding. Don’t hold them, let them out. I love applause! GIMMEEE ALL THE APPLAUSE!
Sooooooooo, I’ve been hanging out with my human for about a year now and in that time I have learned that humans are a big fucking mess. I mean, I have basically fixed my human’s brain with my brilliance a gazillion times. I don’t know why, but I literally have ALL the answers.
Where do my smarts come from anyway?
I think it’s a gift from the Barbie Gods. I may come from Barbieland but I like to think I am my own person. I mean, my own plastic.
Last year I spent a few months in Italy with my person and her Italian person. We all quarantined together and totally bonded. During that time, some humans started asking me questions on Facebook and Instagram. Questions about life, love, likes, dislikes, what it’s like to be plastic, etcetera, etcetera.
