Like most little girls, I totally grew up playing with Barbie. For the most part, these were Barbies that didn’t look like me. They were Barbies with lives I couldn’t relate to, who couldn’t be more opposite than me. With my brown skin, sturdy frame and Trinidadian identity, there was nothing for me to identify… read all

  The closest thing I can compare this feeling to, is the end of the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy re-awakens in her bed in the black and white world of Kansas. She opens her eyes and sees the people she remembers from Oz, and says “…it wasn’t a dream. It was a place. And… read all

I’ve thrown a little shade at Barbara Millicent Roberts — better known as Barbie — over the years. But that isn’t because I don’t LOVE Barbie’s style and wish I too could have a pink Caddy, dream house, and a veritable battery of lucrative and fun occupations. I’ve just had a hard time finding a… read all