Sinister: bye bye miss american pie

[lindsey baker]

hello sinister.

i haven't been here for a week or so, and i must say the recent disharmony
reminds me of a sweet little, probably uninteresting, story about me.

when i was a wee girl, i had a seemingly undying obsession with barbie
dolls. when i got my allowance, i went to the store to buy my dolls the
heights of barbie fashion -- feather boas, sequined gowns, hundreds of pairs
of small yellow and pink and blue high heels. i never cut their hair, and
they were all beauty queens in their own rights. i was lucky enough to have
a horse for my barbies, this tan colored animal with combable mane and tail,
legs frrozen permanently in a canter or trot, or, when ken was riding,
gallop.

natursally, when the new western barbie hit the market, i was only too ready
to join the other girls who were after that hot fringed, faux-suede jacket
and pink cowgirl boots. (eventually it becomes less about the doll than the
clothes)

little lindsey's birthday was just around the corner, and western barbie was
at the top of my want list. so imagine my dismay when, after all the gifts
were opened, i received no barbie. no -- the clothes and books and other
things my family had chosen just for me were not good enough. so i did what
every girl would do -- shut myself in the bathroom and cried.

course, when my grandmother saw my disappointment, she bought me the damn
thing, much to my mother's chagrin (she was hoping i would get a fresh
birthday lesson in both gratitude and humility, i think).

and i think i did -- my grandma had a horribly disappointed look on her face
when i was being such a baby. i never could appreciate that fringed jacket,
which is probably why i lost it.

and my selfishness was no one else's fault but my own. i had to eat it, like
that congealed piece of cheese we americans get with our apple pie.

music, i fear, doesn't have a nationality, just as sinister doesn't. i
listen to music and come to sinister to come to a land where the sun is
always shining and no one will cast me away because i wasn't a cheerleader
or not twee enough or not someone you wish i could be. so don't complain
because you didn't get your barbie or you live in america or that your music
isn't good enough or close enough or real enough. because it never will be.

get used to it, dears, and play nice.

lindsey 





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