Barbie's Malibu Dream House was the epitome of luxury when we were kids. Though I personally never owned the dream house (cause obviously my parents don't love me) I got to experience its pink-perfect magic on playdates in second grade at friends' houses and lemmie tell ya—Barbie's got good taste.
You think that a woman with like, 50 side hustles (nurse, judge, flight attendant, zookeeper, literal matriarch) would stand for anything less?
Exactly. You know Barbie ain't shopping on Wayfair if you know what I'm saying (I mean like, apart from that whole 'funding border internment camps' thing).