This is my personal blog about Ken. Collecting him has been my passion ever since I was a 10 year old boy. I grew up not having many friends but one thing that was constant in my life was Ken. When my older sister first introduced me to him while she was playing with her Barbie doll, I knew he was the one. We would waste hours and hours playing together, Oh how I miss the good old days.
I know a lot of people would think that it’s weird for a grown man to be so passionate about a doll made for little girls. But for me he is more than that. He symbolizes a friend, one that helped me go through with my life. And yes I have a family (happily married) with 2 kids, so there is nothing wrong with me.
Yes, he might not talk, laugh or even move. No surprise there since he is just made of plastic after all, but with a little imagination he could be just what you need.