Iran’s Chief prosecutor doesn’t like Barbie. I don’t like Barbie either. There we are at one. But that’s about it. From there on we diverge so broadly on the subject of women there seems no point in talking of bridging the gulf. The gulf gapes so wide it seems there are not two sides but two worlds. And they are finding it increasingly difficult to inhabit the same planet.
Barbie is a good icon to choose. She represents all the girlie fantasies I dislike most – come-on exaggerated shape, pouty mouth, chunks of false hair and an ever- expanding wardrobe of cheap and nasty clothes which are forever jamming up the Hoover. Her male counterpart, Ken, is a caricature of macho man, grotesque of muscle and blank of intelligence. They were meant for each other and must surely have voted George Bush into the Presidency.