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Playing Dolls: Stiff Ken


But you are Ken, you are.  And you are just too rigid with the way you carry yourself.

When Barbie needs someone to fill out her "plus one,"  she calls you, but the rest of time, you are in the box with Skipper.

The problem is, Ken, your wardrobe isn't something that you can share with Barbie.  Midge would like to wear it because Midge is Dykadelic. 

But Barbie? 

Not so much.
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