pamela mcbooberson

big live barbie doll with a little extra plastic where it counts, she penned a book. what would they call it, "author barbie" "dictionary barbie" "silly barbie, books are for men" "glasses barbie" "serious barbie" " 'i can spell!' barbie"
not sure how to dress for the occasion, i will definitely have digital camera in hand. billy bookstar will call out all the drag queens in honor of mcbooberson, so photo ops abound. who can resemble the wreckage of what our culture calls a girl the most? leaves me simply perplexed as to what my role might be in this debacle. boy, girl, drag, king, diva. what would ms. hepburn think of this mightly leap into the crevace (phonetic) of girlgrilling? she might say..."in my day, it was a mighty fine thing to find oneself in the trousers of the male ingenue, and be considered the lovely leading lady just the same. we ladies had a sense of self that need not be determined by the size of our bosom, but rather the size of our brawn." good ol' kate. she was the real thing, the ticket, the tickertape parade of chickhood. she wrote the book. the real book, not the pink one pam will be toting. although, there is something to be said for a doll that can read. my barbie couldn't even talk.