What a dog. I prefer perfection out of my dolls. How am I supposed to convince Ken to keep up appearances with this train wreck? He won’t have it. He’ll leave her and play the field. Yo, what up Monster High. You frequent this graveyard often?
Artist Eddi Aguirre transformed Barbie into a hideously average monster. It’s like perfection to Sissy Spacek in point-two seconds. Except with braces. And probably coffee breath. My dolls know better then to let themselves go like this. First-class ticket to the Good Will bin.