#GuiltyPleasureConfessional: Living My Best Life in Barbie’s Dreamhouse

I wish I could say that I first watched Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse because of my baby sister. I mean I could lie and say it but I always want to be honest with you, dear readers. Plus, ohmigod is Life in the Dreamhouse good! It’s actually my Netflix go-to. Like I’ve watched it more than anything else on my Netflix account. Sorry, not sorry.

I know what you’re thinking: what is an all the way grown ass woman doing watching a show about Barbie dolls? Living the best of my best life is what! They’ve been churning out four-minute episodes of this baby since 2012. Part reality TV show, part nostalgia party, this webseries caters to all my Barbie-loving, pop culture reference-obsessed feels. It follows the Malibu adventures of Barbie, her three sisters (tech-wiz Skipper, athletic Stacie, and covert child genius Chelsea), best friends (stylish Black friend Nikki, brunette ditz Teresa, extreme athlete Summer, and Wisconsin transplant Midge), boyfriend (Ken, of course, it’s Ken), pets (Blissa the cat, Tawny the horse, and Taffy the dog), and frenemies next door (narcissistic siblings Ryan and Raquel). In this series, Barbie and the crew are dolls brought to life. Cars run on batteries, old school doll Midge doesn’t have articulated knees or fingers, and Barbie has worked 136 jobs each with an outfit to match. The dreamhouse itself is knitted out to an absurd degree, thanks to Ken’s DIY thoroughness. We’re treated to Real World-style confessionals from all of the cast. Even Taf…