I never had a Barbie growing up and I don't think I ever wanted one, but it's really hard to separate what you didn't want from what your parents didn't want for you. There is a story about me from when I was at one point as a child given like a fairy doll with wings by like a random father Christmas are at a shopping center. My brother did ballet. So I'm pretty sure my parents weren't like, Oh, no, I'm kind of pink in the house. But yeah, I just don't think he was much of a Barbie kid.