BRISELLA

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Hi! My name is Brisella! I don’t mean to give you the brush off, but I’m an ambassador for ethnic women getting recognized in advertising. Why is Betty Crocker some white, pasty-faced Caucasian anyways? How come Aunt Jemima has to be a plump, wide-assed African-American? Where are the Asian, Mexican, Indian, and all the other ethnic people? Too busy with their nose to the grindstone behind the scenes making the make-believe, fairy-tale life of the Scandinavians or English descent people come alive. C’mon! We’re all beautiful and that’s what I’m here to tell you. That’s what I stand for. Heck! It’s not a perfect world and I doubt we could ever be represented equally, but doggone it, we gotta try! Oh, at least the Land O’ Lakes Indian lady is still on the butter, but that’s small potatoes. (Oh, and when you fold up her knees and cut out the Land O’ Lakes box on her chest and open it, her knees become boobs…my Uncle taught me that…anyways…) How come they took off the television ad with the Indian crying over pollution? Too degrading? I don’t think so. It was still a message worth purporting. Maybe I’d better shut my mouth now. The last time I got on a soap box speaking out about such matters, I was warned that a sniper was taking aim and I’ve had to keep a low profile ever since. But it really sucks to feel a certain way and not be able to cuss, blab, discuss, or shout about it. It might not accomplish much except making others and myself feel better, but hey, that’s still some kind of success, right? All these ‘problems’ and no real solution, but still, if we don’t address them, they won’t get mailed! Okay, I’ve said
enough about that. Keep all your Barbies and Kens clothed, warm and happy. Bognetta, my tailor would like that. We share the same dream. If you want to adopt me and my big mouth, I’m flattered. Let Bognetta know!
Mahalo! (Thank You!)

Home girl Barbee

BRISELLA

$50.00

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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