doesn't anyone hate being though of as nice?

i am reading a not-yet-published book by eve ensler that i will not disclose the name of at present. there is a really beautiful idea in it that is as follows:
barbie is not really what we think she is. barbie is actually really smart and angry and passionate. she hates shopping and hight heels. she wants to be let go. and what if we freed all of the barbies in the world? what if we freed all of them and let them just

i don't know. i don't know what they'd do. maybe they'd study calculus. maybe they'd eat chocolate souffle. maybe they'd wear torn secondhand AC/DC t-shirts and patched jeans. maybe they'd look sad. but they'd do something, you know?

there is no reason to hate barbie. there is no reason to hate evelyn nesbit or marilyn monroe or paris hilton or the kano sisters. the people we should hate are the ones who created them. the ones who realized that they were profitable. because they are just as much the victims as they are the perpetrators. maybe dick and jane would really rather trade outfits. maybe the heterogenous group of women who appear on the covers of cosmopolitan are deeply opposed to plastic surgery.

the way they trick you is they convince you that they are on your side. they make you think that they know how it feels to diet your way to looking like an airbrushed seventeen year old. they say i know, honey, i know. you just gotta deal with it. i'll try to help you, but in the end you're gonna have to make the commitment. you're gonna have to try your damnedest to be perfect on the outside. why? what do you MEAN, why? girl, it's your responsibility. that's why. it is your responsibility as a chick [never say woman, it makes you sound old] to look like an anorexic seventeen year old who just went through five hours of hair and make-up and was then airbrushed within an inch of her life. but its okay, buy our magazine and we'll give you the ultimate tips to cover up that pesky nose, or that awful frizzy hair, or that last five pounds.

jesus, i wish i could swear on this blog.