But I’m not sure I agree with this: “In the film’s final scene, after deciding to leave Barbieland for the real world, Barbie enthusiastically tells a receptionist, “I’m here to see my gynecologist,” a joke that could be based either on her supposed lack of genitals or her evident excitement for care many women find unpleasant.” Sénéchal and colleagues write in their paper.
I finally saw the flick on the plane to Miami last week, and that wasn’t my interpretation (spoiler alert). She had just talked to her creator, who told her that she could live in the real world if she wished to. I took her visit to the gyno to mean that, like Pinocchio, she had finally become a real woman. FWIW, I did find the movie an interesting commentary on gender and new-wave feminism and the modern relationship between American (or western) men and women.
I think it was actually more interesting when it was a clear disparity, because that might have been an opportunity to learn some new physics (and new physics will be required if we’re to venture beyond the solar system).
One of the things that I find infuriating is the worship of bill passing, as though the only job of presidents and Congresses is to pass bills, completely ignoring whether or not the legislation is good, or terrible. Biden’s touted “accomplishments” are the passage of disastrous legislation (when it’s not unconsitutionally ignoring Congress altogether to do terrible things).