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Memory Monday-Ken Had to Die

Memory Monday-It’s a thing…

Growing up, I really didn’t like playing with dolls. My grandma Helen was a Barbie collector and insisted on buying me a new Barbie for my birthdays and Christmas. Most of the time, those dolls stayed in a cardboard box under my bed unless another little girl was at my house who wanted to play with them.

I remember having maybe three Ken dolls. One day, Mom was going through my dresser drawers for some reason and she happened upon those three Ken dolls buried under my clothes. With their heads torn off their bodies. Thank goodness I was a country child of the 80s or I would have surely ended up in endless months of therapy after this discovery.

“Marsha, what happened to Ken?” Mom asked waving the headless bodies at me.

“They’re dead. I buried them.”

Yes, if a child made that statement today, there would be endless therapy sessions and a rainbow of pills to “cure” the child. Somehow, my simplistic explanation was enough for Mom and she didn’t push the issue. I also never received another Ken doll or any male doll for that matter.

What I didn’t explain to Mom back then was why Ken was dead. She didn’t ask and I didn’t go into the reasons. However, if she asked, I would have told her, Ken had to die so he wouldn’t kill Barbie. Why did I think Ken would or could kill Barbie? My cousin Kimberly, who was older than me, found out that when people have sex, the man lies on top of the woman. The details after that were sketchy and my childish mind focused on the fact that men were bigger (heavier) than women and laying on top of them would squish them to death. That meant, to prevent Ken from killing Barbie by squishing her to death during sex, I had to kill him first. So I did.

My advice to parents: Talking to your young children about sex can be uncomfortable and difficult, but talk to them anyway and talk to them early! If you don’t talk to your kids about sex their older cousins will. Those conversations will be full of half information that leads to wildly inaccurate concepts of sex…and perhaps the death of three innocent Ken dolls.


About Marsha Blevins, Author

Marsha Blevins lives in West Virginia with her boyfriend and six fur-children. She earned her B.A. in English with a concentration on writing from Marshall University. Two of her short stories and several poems were published in the university’s literary magazine, Et Cetera. She is an active member of the writing group Wicked Wordsmiths of the West and WV Writers. Follow her at on Facebook at, on Twitter @marbleswords.

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