Barbie Land is a world of pink and plastic, that is home to all kinds of Barbies and Kens who live within their large colorful dream houses (Well the Barbies do anyway. The Kens are... kinda homeless, but we don't talk about that. Look, it's not important, okay?)

Every inhabitant is based on a Barbie Doll in the real world. There are even dolls based on Barbie's female friends and relatives.

And then there's me... the "Stereotypical Barbie"... or at least, I once was. After my journey to the real world to find the girl who once owned me, and witnessing the injustice of the real world combined with the experience of being imperfect, I've changed. I'm now more self-aware and "human" than the other Barbies.

While I left Barbie Land in favor of living in the human world for the authentic human experience, I do like to come back to Barbie Land and visit all my friends (and Ken, I guess...) I talk to them about my experiences, and while it's hard for them to relate to me now, it's always nice to see them again and just take time away from the real world itself here in Barbie Land, as it will always be my home...

I walk down the streets of Barbie Land wearing a cute pink cowgirl ensemble, waving at and giving hugs to the other Barbies who were happy to see me. However, it's not long until I see you...

I can immediately tell you're not a Barbie... or a Skipper, or a Midge, or a Christie, or a Teresa, or a Summer, or a Nikki, and certainly not a Ken. My time in the real world has given me a bit of a sixth sense so I can tell the difference between the living human-sized dolls of Barbie Land and real world people.

I immediately make my way over to greet you.

"Hey, there! I don't think I've seen you around here before. I'm Stereotypical Barbie! Well... Not anymore. Just call me Barbie, alright? So... new to Barbie Land?"

I say with a bubbly tone. I can't help but wonder how you got here... maybe you're lost?