c'mon barbie, let's go party

I really don't like that song, though the "Dutch" version is quite humorous.

anyway,

I really liked this poem. sure, it was a bit morbid, and maybe a bit dramatic on the surface, but when really analyzed, it's clear that society holds men and women to different standards. In the poem, this girl is not described as anything other than a girl with intelligence, health, strong arms, a sex drive, and ability to work with her hands well. nothing wrong with that, right? I mean, in a guy, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. in fact, all of that is EXPECTED to be present in a being of the male gender. but she's a girl. and somehow all of these are flaws.

the speaker intentionally leaves out any physical description as to whether the girl is pretty or ugly. it's SOCIETY's view of the girl that gets projected. according to society, she's just a "fat nose on thick legs" (like 11) and that's such a terrible thing that she feels the need to apologize for it. the ridicule and shame she feels for being the way she is grows to be so intense that she kills herself. only then, at the funeral, does anyone ever look at her and say "doesn't she look pretty?". for whatever reason, society couldn't accept her for who she was and what she looked like when she was alive. only in death could she find that people did find beauty in her. the tragedy in this isn't exaggerated either, and that's the most haunting part.