Femi Lewis

I bought a Barbie T-shirt from Hollister after the film’s opening week. I was at the register checking out while my son tried on hoodies in front of a mirror. My daughter, irritated in the mercurial, teenage way, looked at it and said, “Oh, you got it?” That balmy, summer night at the theatre while […]

Contrary to the lyrics that swam through my head throughout middle school, I was not a Barbie girl, and I did not live in a Barbie world.  I lived in a braces, glasses, back brace, greasy face world.  By the time I was in seventh grade, it had been years since I’d played with Barbie […]