Barbie Land: Moving Beyond Our Limited Mindset

I feel compelled to write about the Barbie movie, which I’ve now seen four times! Yes, I am truly obsessed.

The first was on opening night at the invitation to a friend’s 50th birthday party, which I accepted knowing nothing about it except that my friend is a liberated woman and the husbands were all going too so presumably it wasn’t just fluff. The second was with a friend and my partner, who agreed it was brilliant. The third was with friends, an older couple with a reluctant husband, who ended up appreciating it more than they imagined. And the fourth was with my 83-year-old mother where we dressed in pink, her with her rollator and me once again with my willing partner.

From the opening scene play on a 2001: A Space Odyssey; to the Mama Mia!-like dance numbers; to the numerous twists and turns of the storyline arc from pure matriarchy to disguised patriarchy (aka The Real World) to pure patriarchy to the seedlings of basic humanity; to the elevation of Weird Barbie as the woman who makes things happen; to the epic, heart-wrenching monologue by Gloria, whom I consider the heroine of the movie, about how hard it is to be a woman; to the powerful personal transformation of our endearing hero, Ken; to the brave and touching transition of our vulnerable and insightful Stereotypical Barbie in becoming fully human; to the real-life montage finale bringing everything down to earth—it was laugh-out-loud funny and cry-your-eyes-out poignant about the experience of being female in a mostly man’s world and ultimately about being human. Oh yes, it is deep, this movie about a doll that sparks indignation in some and ignites a sense of empowerment in others.

The outrage over the playboy-like figure of the doll is dealt a swift blow in the first scene where the film shows many of the Barbies that have been made: astronaut Barbie, doctor Barbie, pilot Barbie, engineer Barbie. Clearly, the doll was also meant to spark the imagination of what is possible for girls, beyond simply becoming a mother. Who knew? I never played with Barbie so didn’t have the preconceived disdain of some, like Sasha, the powerhouse teenager whose emotional arc is among the most touching in the movie. She opens with lambasting Barbie for “setting the feminist movement back fifty years” and ends by insisting that she and her “ordinary” Mom return to Barbie Land to save it from patriarchal takeover. “You can’t just give up, Mom!”

The dramatization of each of these worlds—Barbie Land, Kendom, and The Real World—along with the fantastical transitions between them by car, motorboat, spaceship, bicycle, campervan, and snowmobile, allow you to see just how different the world is/would be when taken to each extreme. But make no mistake, the Real World is still patriarchy, just papered over by the thin veil of feminist ideology that’s been allowed to eek by over the decades. Ken: “You’re not doing patriarchy very well.” Corporate guy: “We’re actually doing patriarchy very well. We’re just better at hiding it.”

Clearly none of these worlds is “the answer” to how to live together in harmony and flourish, where everyone is honored for who they are, gender aside. Women and men have different qualities that must be allowed their natural expression if we are to live together as fully human. And yet, empirically and historically, in general, while men in power have been busy building empires, whether civic, cultural, scientific, technological, religious, or economic, women in not-power have generally been busy creating and nurturing families. To the extent that women are part of these empires, they’ve done so within the patriarchy by seeking equality in a man’s world. While that’s certainly one way to go about it, it’s by no means the most effective way of creating a just society for all. You don’t have to look very hard to see that baked into the creation of these power-hungry empires is not only systemic inequality, injustice, and marginalization, but the seeds of destruction of the very foundation upon which they depend, nature itself.

As a perfect case in point, watch Oppenheimer and take note of what happens when men push their creative minds and might to their extremes in pursuit of what is often self-destructive power—in this case, the atomic bomb. With only three women appearing in the film, a wife, a lover, and a token nod to one of the key female scientists of the Manhattan Project, it’s a sobering reminder of what can and often does happen when men’s power goes unchecked. I have no doubt that the 640 women at Los Alamos, nearly half of whom were scientists, were thrilled to be involved in The Manhattan Project along side the men. But it does make me wonder how things might have turned out differently if they had been in charge.

As a thought experiment, imagine a world in which, instead of holding token positions in patriarchal institutions such as government, industry, finance, law, academia, and the arts, women were actually running the ship. Just let yourself take that in for a minute. No longer underlings in a male-dominated world, imagine women actually being able to make the decisions around “how things are done around here.” Just bring yourself to the Oval Office in Barbie Land and you’ll get the vibe. President Barbie: “Turn to the Barbie next to you. Compliment her. Tell her how much you love her!” OK, maybe not exactly that but somewhere along the spectrum closer to care, concern, connection, cooperation, collaboration, compassion, and compromise than say, control, competition, confrontation, coercion, and combativeness. Seriously, imagine a world where these values were the guiding principles behind our collective decision-making. To me, it sounds like a much better world.

Buying into matriarchy wholesale à la Barbie Land is no more the answer than wholesale patriarchy as each subjugates one gender over another. However, I believe the second-wave radical feminists had it right in their desire to eliminate male supremacy and oppression—from the boardroom to the bedroom. The question is, how do you accomplish this? Barbie, the movie, has proposed one way. Put women in charge. Let them set the tone of our civic, cultural, and economic values. And then codify these values into our laws and institutions until they become accepted as social norms by the culture at large. While it might seem far-fetched as described in Barbie Land, matriarchal cultures have a long history in human evolution.

However, it’s not just about putting women in charge, giving them power over men. Part of this radical shift means holding men accountable in their rampant pursuit of power all all levels—personal, political, economic, and sexual, among others. And how do you do that? By following the leadership of people like Jackson Katz, my high school classmate who advocates for men manning up to their responsibility in shifting social norms that perpetuate violence against women and girls and men and boys. By supporting organizations like Raising Voices, which delivers evidence-based activist training programs to prevent violence against women and children and where I had the privilege of working. And by being brave enough as a woman to express yourself authentically and fully in the face of it all.

These are big asks, to be sure. Yet all around the world, there is movement in this direction and positive change is happening that we don’t hear enough about. As what is already one of the biggest blockbuster movies of all time, Barbie, on the other hand, is a breath of fun-filled fresh air delivering up a whopping dose of inspiration to move beyond our existing, limited mindset. If we imagine it, we can create it.

NIRVANA Epilogue

August 17, 2023

It’s been just over four months since I’ve returned home after our two-year sailing adventure, and I feel the need to sum up the sv NIRVANA saga with this epilogue.

First to say, sv NIRVANA is no more. Will had an eventful passage from Florida to Long Island, NY, much of it solo as each of his crew left the boat for one reason or another, including sea sickness. On the first leg, the steering cable and autopilot broke, and on the next leg, the gooseneck fitting broke, each time causing him to lay over awaiting repairs. If that wasn’t enough, he had emergency gallbladder surgery! Thankfully he was just outside of Annapolis when this happened and not up a remote creek in the Chesapeake as he was the day before. I took this opportunity to spend some time with him at anchor while he recovered.

Finally, approaching the inlet at Fire Island, he encountered a channel that was mismarked and ran aground. After spending twelve hours lodged in sand, he was pulled off and then towed twenty miles south to the nearest boatyard in Freeport as he was taking on water. Although it was after hours, they immediately hauled the boat, which revealed major structural damage to the keel and interior frames. Eventually, the insurance company deemed it a total loss, which was in fact a relief as the prospect of selling a damaged boat would have been worse. Will then made two trips by car from Long Island to South Portland, stripping the boat of all our belongings and saying goodbye to our beloved Nirvana.

Much as we loved the boat, Will had been feeling for some time that the Freedom was not up to ocean passages and was torn about keeping her. As is typical of his orientation toward life, he soon saw the silver lining—the decision to let go of the boat was taken out of his hands. And thankfully, because it was totaled, we maximized our financial return without having to sell it ourselves.

Will then spent the next several weeks driving around New England and beyond looking for a more solid, offshore boat that he can call home, which he found back in New York. It’s a Brewer 12.8, which is a modified version of a Whitby 42, a true, blue water boat. He’s now in the process of driving back and forth from South Portland to Staten Island bringing all the stuff back to his new boat and getting it ready for living aboard in the fall.

Painful as it’s been to let go of the boat and our lives together aboard, we each deeply appreciate the adventure we’ve had and acknowledge that everything changes.

So where does this leave us? We’re in uncharted waters to be sure, as we attempt to keep our relationship going while I choose home on land and Will chooses home at sea. Our plan for cruising Maine this summer has evaporated, and at this point, I’m unsure how much time I want to spend aboard a boat. It’s a new rhythm that invites new challenges and adventures at the opposite extreme from being together 24/7 as we’ve been for the past two years. We may or may not be able to pull it off, but we’re giving it our best shot by staying open, honest, and as connected as we can.

This was my quote as we departed in North Caroline, which Will made into a button for me when I went to visit him in Annapolis.

Meanwhile, I’m using this transition time to reorient to my life on land. I’m grateful to be back home with my dance community, friends, and family. And I’m thrilled to be spending time with my beautiful granddaughter Mariah Maeve, now four and a half months old and sporting a big smile as well as budding teeth!

As I’m now officially retired, I have all the time in the world to explore what’s next. To wit, I’ve found myself digging in the dirt and watching plants grow, which is new for me having spent most of the past ten summers sailing. And I’ve been enjoying Portland and its environs with fresh eyes.

This month, I’ve had my first article published in Points East, a New England sailing magazine, with another to follow next month about owning my own boat. I’m also revisiting my desire to work with people doing embodied coaching to support personal growth (www.natashasalvo.com). And I’ve signed up for an acting workshop to get back into the Portland theater scene.

While it’s not the Bahamas, it’s summer in Maine, which is such a glorious place to be, even if it is on land!