Good ole Sweet Talking Ken could be an empowering toy if utilized in the CORRECT fashion as a self-esteem booster
Some may call it “caving” (I did, indeed, purchase S.T.Ken), but Id beg to differ as I BOUGHT HIM FOR ME.
(Ill let that statement sink in)
Until my esteem is back where it belongs SWEET TALK AS *I* SAY Ken shall be found at my side.
The post below? Only a joke in so far as I cant precisely recall the words I forced my plastic boyfriend to utter in those snapshots.
The fact Im hauling his toy-arse around with me in my purse 24/7? Nary a joke at all.
Sweet Talking Ken? 19.99
Having his moldedplasticroboticsounding self at my compliment beck & call? PRICELESS.
Please to enjoy our KENventures:
Miz I can’t believe how flawless you look at 4am! Las Vegas is lucky to have you!
Girl, you’ll ROCK the presentation. You dont look like you were up at 3a! YOU GOT THIS!!
(Thankfully even this misfit knew it would be odd to bring S.T. Ken *literally* to the presentation. Let’s just imagine what an awesome addition he could have been…)
Tornado would be disappointed if you DIDNT have some of the M&Ms you’re bringing her!
Go relax, Miz. Im going to do cardio & listen to the BEST! PODCAST! EVER!! It’s fun’larious.
Last, but not least, a demonstration of my Sweet Talkin’ friend’s self-esteem boosting skills in action:
After all that can *you* say you dont long for a Self-Esteem Skyrocketing Ken too?
I didnt think so.