Overheard on the Path to Work

Barbie and Mandie were talking about a party they had attended the night before. Both were done up in Ho-Chic, with gobs of mascara clinging to their wilted eyelashes, goopy liner caked onto their eyelids, and roots of deepest brown crowed with a glory of "sun-in-the-bottle" brand hair color. And this is the conversation:

Barbie: Like, I was so wasted last night.
Mandie: My Go-o-d, I totally know what you mean. I think I was on the table some time. [Barbie laughs] And like, we all went to that one guy's apartment, and--
Barbie: [cuts Mandie off mid 'like'] And then I didn't even know who fucked me! [squeals in laughter]
[fade out as they reach the edge of earshot]

Let's recap, shall we? These two girls went to a party, purposely poured who knows how many gallons of booze down their gullets, went home with a strange guy, ended up doing crazy table-dancing, monkey sex with men they didn't know then, and who they don't know now. And this is laughable to them in a "wasn't that fun" kind of way.

Poor world. Overrun with Barbies and Mandies.

A friend once mentioned that, eugenically speaking, it was a wonder the human race had survived, given that it was propagated through bars and broken condoms. Such sentiment rings especially true in this case.