Barbie Says Goodbye
Photographed by Beth Garrabrant
Story by Mikki Halpin
Not everything in Barbie’s world is as pink and perfect as a Dreamhouse. She has dark days too. Here’s one of them.
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One day, while she was relaxing in her boudoir, wearing one of her favorite pairs of hostess pajamas, Barbie’s phone rang. It was terrible news. Her beloved grandmother was dead.
Suddenly, Barbie sat bolt upright. How could she have forgotten? Grandma Roberts had always been honest and open with her family about mortality. “I’M GOING TO DIE SOMEDAY,” she would shout, because after her hearing went, she didn’t realize how loud she was. “AND WHEN I DO, DON’T BE SAD. BE GLAD. I’VE HAD A GOOD LIFE. I WANT A GOOD DEATH.”
Barbie knew just what to do.
Friends and family came from all over to celebrate the death of Grandma Roberts. Barbie welcomed them and enjoyed the strange sensation of wearing black. They sang songs, they told stories, and they toasted the dearly departed matriarch of the doll-igarchy. Barbie’s painted smile suddenly felt less forced. “Goodbye, Grandma,” she whispered. “Goodbye.”
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BETH GARRABRANT is a photographer and doll collector living in Brooklyn.
MIKKI HALPIN is Damn Joan's editor in chief.