I love nostalgia...

Today I was in the basement rummaging through boxes, when I stumbled upon a box full of my old Barbies™.
I was looking through them all and it made me remember when my parents buy me one as a reward for my good behaviour.
So I went and kidnaped my parents and took them to buy me one.
But once we got there all I saw were small plastic whores in boxes.
It was ridiculous!
They had such little clothing on it seemed pointless to dress them at all.
Where are the independent plastic women of my youth?