My son received a doll for Christmas.
Not just any old, sissy plaything, this doll was for dudes only. Henry, as he is called, teaches young, diapered men the skills of shoe tying, velcro-manuevering, and buttoning. Within a matter of weeks my one-year-old adapted such finger agility that he could lace up a sneaker with one hand while untangling a series of complicated knots with the other. I was impressed with my son, the Pinky Prodigy, despite the fact that he still could not master the word Ma Ma or properly determine the threat of bodily injury involved in flinging one’s self from the sofa. My boy, my pride and joy, would grow up to wow the masses with his ambidextrous genius.
But as with all good things, I had to go and over think on the topic. Suddenly, the infant’s grasp of shoe-lacing seemed less impressive. He could not very well grow to adulthood having only conquered the World of Knots. He needed a more educational toy to flood his absorbent brain with practical life lessons. Doesn’t Fisher Price make a Baby Checkbook? Is it so much to ask that someone invent a Your Baby Can Read File Proper Taxes video? The more these questions swirled, the quicker I spiraled into the dark depths of maternal worry. Henry, you fool, you’ve given my son nothing.
Then, as winds of hope and sanity blew in, a light shone to save me from the bottom of the well.
To mark the 50th anniversary of Barbie’s arm candy love interest, Ken, Mattel set out to revamp the The Mister’s image. In what might go down as the most over-hyped contest in the history of plastic men, the company launched an 8-episode competition on Hulu, Genuine Ken: The Search for the Great American Boyfriend. Contestants of the Real Live Fleshy persuasion battled it out for the “chance to melt Barbie’s plastic heart” and offer the inspiration for Ken’s new image. This is pure speculation, but I imagine the first 50 years of inspiration went a little like this:
Mattel Executive to very confused factory employee: “Just cut Barbie’s hair, Dorothy Hamill style, and beef up the shoulders, Dorothy Hamill style. Put her…errr, him in a suit, and let’s call it a day.”
The slightly trippy Plastic Bachelor series culminated in Kurtis Taylor, a 25-year-old former Iowa State defensive lineman being deemed worthy to have his six-pack and morals cast in plastic glory. In other words, the new Ken is like the old Ken, only more tolerant of concussions and more likely to chest bump Barbie in a testosterone-surging celebration of victory.
TODAY Show reporter, Seamus McGraw (who probably was almost named Henry) celebrated Ken’s rise from the “vapid clotheshorse” model of ”pretty boy emptiness” to the quintessential mold of an American Man (obesity rates & failure to load the dishwasher sold separately). All this patriotic talk of what it means to be a prime piece of U.S.A Beef Cake got me thinking.
Finally! Finally a toy that can teach my baby boy how to be a real man! While fretting over his ability to responsibly purchase groceries in 18 years, I overlooked the true lessons my kid should be learning. The old-but-kind-of-improved Ken doll is the perfect educational tool for the almost, nearly, in a decade plus some, young man. From “vapid clotheshorse” to vapid clotheshorse with a knack for running drills on the football field, the new-ish Ken is the only way to prepare my boy for manhood!
For the low, low, price of $29.99, your baby can READ social status and evaluate which female partner is most likely to support him financially!
Finances involve numbers so your baby is also learning MATH!
To graduate from boy to Kept Man, your baby must dress to impress by coordinating ensembles to please The Arm To Which He is Candy. Ken’s soulless quest to please Barbie with well hemmed pants and proper hue choices teaches your baby about SYMMETRY and COLORS!
Baby can’t talk? No problem! For $59.99 your baby can press a button made to resemble a backbone on the Ken Talks A Lot doll. Within days your baby will SPEAK advanced words like “Charge it”,”Whatever You Say Dear”, and ”Check Out These Hammies”.
I know what you’re thinking. Sounds a little like the same, old glorified pool boy of decades past. Not so! After much Web Hosting and laboratory research, our scientists- Hey! So your baby’s kind of learning SCIENCE, too!- have upgraded the standard doll to meet the modern baby’s needs. New lessons to be learned include:
MATURITY: Ken now has a four o’clock shadow and armpit hair.
HEALTH: Jocks rule! Ladies drool…over a finely tweaked set of abs.
GENDER SIGNIFICANCE: Even plastic men need genitalia. Our plant now features an entire Man Parts Division.
MANNERS: You’re welcome I date you. Please do something with that bleach blonde mess you call hair.
So out with the Henry and in with the Ken, I say! Sure, I could spoil my son with lavish books and color charts, but as Mattel so graciously informed me, a baby is much better knowing the true role of a man.
Headbutt, Touchdown, Ask your girl to pay the rent, Smile, Flex, and always, always look pretty.




“Mattel Executive to very confused factory employee: “Just cut Barbie’s hair, Dorothy Hamill style, and beef up the shoulders, Dorothy Hamill style. Put her…errr, him in a suit, and let’s call it a day.”
So funny and so true!
The new Ken fleshy prototype….that’s it? Is it me or is he just kind of plain?
Aside from his MAMMOTH neck, he’s pretty darn plain
I am awash in your humor. This should be Freshly Pressed. I seriously don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Ken was bad enough, and now there is New Ken. It’s a like having a Male Chia Pet. Take something in bad taste, throw a lot of money at it and watch the bad taste bloom.
Thank you!
Hahahaha. Is Barbie going to get a similar ‘real-girl’ makeover, you think? I would audition to be the model for that. Barbie: Now With Frizzy Brown Hair, Less Legs, and More Junk in the Trunk! I could help teach your son (and scores of children across North America) about the need to find a decent esthetician.
Haha! WIN! Canadian Barbie: comes with leg fur and purple boots!
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Though I have nothing to add to your evaluation of Ken (funny!) I do think it’s amazing that your son can work all the buttons and ties on that little dress-up doll! Great job, little one.
He is an agile little booger!
Ok, so we go from a Ken whose sexuality is vague to a Ken with a football player aesthetic? I’ve never really understood the attraction to those thick of neck.
The BIG neck makes me a little nervous. Even more nervous than a Roller Skating Ken
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Man, seeing a visual for Ken through the ages like that demonstrates one sad fact: he really hasn’t improved much over the years. With the possible exception of Leisure Suit Ken. That cat was pretty groovy.
He is consistent if nothing else. Oh, and a little douch-esque. Consistently Douch-esque
all I kept thinking while reading this post, “why do all our barbies end up naked?” My daughter insisted she need male barbies this past Christmas and curiously, the entire collection (including Tinker Bell Fairies) all had some kind of “naked party” or perhaps became a nudist colony. So, I hope the ones we have aren’t role models for my son! they are a little “racey” for my taste!
ha!
Sandi
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Haha! Seriously! Where do all their tiny clothes go? Growing up we had a creepy bin of nude Barbies with at-home haircuts. I say they should lower the price and sell ‘em naked to begin with!
Okay… I thought the new head swapping Barbies were bad enough. But, this turn of events? Just plain creepy.
I know! Isn’t it just gross? I always thought Ken needed to man up a little bit, or at least stop wearing the ridiculous short shorts. But did they have to go and make his neck the size of California? Ick.
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Ken dolls have always creeped me out. Not sure why. The thick neck doesn’t help…I’m thinking a doll’s neck shouldn’t be bigger than my thigh
Lmao! wow… that guy is totally ken..plastic skin tone and all. I’m shocked and amazed! But Ken is indeed quite the man’s man. Do men really exist like this any more? Sure they can figure out who they are compatible with via social networking, but I see today’s men and i’m a little frightened. They are all wearing skinny and i mean SKINNY… jeans… and pastels. Where is your man’s man? Where did all the kens go??? Please help!!! Ok question… me not being a man…and me not really owning skinny jeans.. (not expecting you to be able to answer this either because to the best of my knowledge ur not a man either) But where does their stuff go in skinny jeans? Ken doesn’t have stuff… so that does not help… And why does barbie have boobs… but ken dosn’t have a package? How does that seem at all fair??? AHHHHH its hurting my brain…