Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Barbies

BarbieOn December 20, Yahoo Shine Senior Writer Sarah B. Weir had this picture with her blogpost “How Human Barbie Made Even More Headlines in 2013″.
Working as a mom, I’ve mentored young girls through the minefield of image and esteem, and this tongue-in-cheek rewrite of the famous country song “Mama Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys” says it all I think.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Barbies
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Don’t let ‘em obsess about their looks and being thin
 Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Make them see themselves as more than such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Barbies
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone self-critical
Even with someone they love 

Cowboys Barbies ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
And they’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold 
And they’d rather you gave ‘em a ring with diamonds or gold 

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
Never belt buckles or old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And each day begins a new diet
If you don’t understand him and he don’t die young,
If you don’t understand her and she don’t die young,

He’ll prob’ly just ride away
She’ll prob’ly just shrink away

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Barbies
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Don’t let ‘em obsess about their looks and being thin
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Make them see themselves as more than such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Barbies
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone self-critical
Even with someone they love

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Barbies like bleached blonde hair and make-up in the mirror
Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night 
So, so many surgeries that make her look good
And them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do
And when she’s not perfect she can’t stand being in her skin
Sometimes won’t know how to take him
Most of us can’t make her happy
He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him
She ain’t wrong, she’s just different but our pride won’t let us
Do things to make you think he’s right
Accept each other how we are

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Barbies
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Don’t let ‘em obsess about their looks and being thin
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Make them see themselves as more than such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys Barbies
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone self-critical
Even with someone they love

Song: originally written by Ed & Patsy Bruce
Photo: Human Barbie with Barbie (Valeria Lukyanova/Facebook)

 

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