often, while i am crocheting late at night, i fire up the laptop and put on hulu, my version of teevee. now, i have despised pretty much everything that i have seen on teevee since 1985, but there are a few off beat shows that i like to see (usually they ran only a few seasons in another country) and i can only get them on hulu.
the other night, during one of the "commercial breaks" (yes, god help us if we don't get a "break" from sitting on our butts staring at a black box) there was an advertisement for a teevee show called "Genuine Ken: the Search for the Perfect Boyfriend" or something like that. firstly, you should know that i have never watched, nor do i ever have any intention of watching, "Genuine Ken: the Search for the Perfect Boyfriend," so my impressions of this "search" are strictly based on my one exposure to this one commercial and the meaning that was attached to it.
my first feelings were of fear and sadness for all those women out there. mostly because the eye-candy that are the apparent embodiment of "perfect" appear so empty-headed you can actually hear the echo of a thought ricocheting around in their heads. is this what we as women have decided to label as "perfect?" have we allowed our emerging power in the 21st century to lead us down the road that we fight so hard to avoid ourselves? in other words, is it true that we don't mind spending time with a male Barbie, as long as we are not labeled Barbies ourselves? is this some sick form of cold revenge for years of objectification or are we so brain washed from that objectification that we are doomed to repeat it ourselves?
being the positive type (the kind that goes to extreme lengths to avoid unpleasantness), my mind quickly switched gears to the upside of Ken as a bf. well, i don't ever have to concern myself with the shared crisis of male pattern baldness - that plastic hair doesn't generally fall out much. and, i don't have to worry about him stressing out over looking "gay" because all the clothes available to him pretty much are, and i don't have to wonder if he will want to get married. after all, ya can't get a wedding band on when your fingers are fused together.
oh, and the BEST part! i can crochet him his own little outfits and, since he can't talk, he can't complain about wearing them! there are scores of free Ken patterns online, including:
and an Edwardian!
once again, crochet saves the day!