when i was a camp counselor a billion years ago i once met a tiny 10yo girl in all black clothes with spiky bracelets and teeny combat boots and a tiny slipknot tshirt and shoulder length blonde hair (with the right attitude to make it look like a counterculture shaggyboy cut) who GLARED at me as she shook my hand and when i asked her name she said, in the deadly serious tone of a mortal threat: “…Barbie.” i nodded gravely and said nothing. i only ever addressed her as “boss.”
anyway i wonder how he’s doing now