Anatomy and Sexuality, A Child's Guide

Mom mother found them in bed together.
And that is how the love affair of Ken and Barbie ended. Their questionable situation marked their separation and a brief lecture from my mother, instructing my two younger sisters and I that Ken could not spend the night at Barbie's house because they were not married. The three of us were very young and did not understand sex. We knew that Ken was a man and Barbie was a woman. And men and women showed affection by having sleepovers that involved a lot of kissing...a fact of life the television taught us. (I am certain we learned it from a daytime soap our babysitter watched).
In any case, Barbie was now newly single and hot. Nothing was going to hold this girl back, even if there were no men left in doll land. We, the eager matchmakers, set off to find her a suitable partner....and find, we did. It was a joint effort, one of us three had to have made the initial suggestion. We sacrificed one of the girls. She wasn't a knock-off doll, but another Mattel prototype. She had a flatter chest than Barbie. And thinner hips and thighs. A sort of bulimic Barbie. I think that is how she was nominated for her new role.
Happy to have found a partner for Barbie, we quickly put in the necessary efforts to make her, shall we say, more attractive for their first meeting. One of us fetched the scissors, another took them and cut off her long, blonde locks...all to the roots. God may have created man and woman. But we created Stickshave.

Yes. That was her name. She (or he) became Barbie's loving companion, life partner. And when her head popped off, perhaps in a lover's quarrel, we invented another: Stickshave #2. Not long after this, a new man moved into town--my mother's doing--She finally gave in and bought us a new Ken.
But long has lived the memory of Stickshave (1 &2)--faithful lover and friend.