Is nothing sacred?
Another headline-grabbing celebrity split: this time our childhood friends, Barbie and Ken. The collective "HUH?" that echoed through the U.S. last night as this story actually made the evening news has me wondering if nothing in this world is sacred anymore.

Sure, we all knew Ken was gay and Barbie was his beard, but why mess with a good thing? Barbie and Ken go together like Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy. Like Fred and Wilma. Like Nick and Jessica.

How many of us had the Barbie wedding when we were little? I know I did. Or how many times have you referred to a blonde girl/guy as "Barbie and Ken"?

Who truly understands Mattel's motives for driving a rift into the relationship that so many of us have counted on as being stable and forever. With Valentine's Day looming, one can only wonder if counseling could have saved this iconic relationship.

My question is: who gets the convertible?

ETA: This article claims there is a younger, hipper man in the picture. But his name is Blaine, so you know he's gay, too.