This website, Diary of Barbie's Worst Enemy, inspired me here, so reposting:
When I was a kid, for a while, they had Barbie heads. just the heads. like, life-size heads, on a white tray; you were supposed to style the waxy dishwater hair and paint the plastic face with the noxiously sweet-smelling cosmetics they provided.
of course i begged and begged until i got one; i was a ridiculously femmey child and loved all things makeup and so on.
in retrospect it must have been an unnerving sight. like, serial killer/John the Baptist, but--perky!!
anyway i could never get the hair to look like the little booklet said, so eventually i got frustrated and dumped it into the darkest corner of my closet.
and there it stayed for a while, a disembodied flaxen head, smiling blankly at the ceiling.