 Your favorite Barbie says about you. If your favorite was totally hair Barbie, you were either the most popular girl in school, thought you were the most popular girl in school, or wanted to be the most popular girl in school. Regardless, you clearly love the spotlight, and you aren't afraid to say, I'm here, I'm fabulous, and I've got more going on than Rapunzel on a good hair day. First thing, your favorite was a Ken, and your favorite was this Ken? Okay, you're definitely a grown man who wears this exact outfit for a night out to Motherload last Thursday after listening to Badam Badam on repeat for an hour, and you know exactly what that earring is really for. Shocking, you're a horse girl. But you're a horse girl with money. My little pony? Psh, you got an actual pony for Christmas, and you know what? More power to ya. For the uninitiated, Raquel is Barbie's nemesis. Imagine if London Tipton, Bella Swan, and Samantha Jones had a biologically impossible baby. So clearly you're a messy girl who lives with the drama, but you're too inept and clumsy to actually get anything done. Sorry. First off, what does it feel like to actually see yourself represented in toys? You have black Barbies with natural hair, Barbies with Down syndrome, Barbies in a wheelchair, you even have cute boy dolls with man buns. When I was a kid, all we had was Ken, who let's be real was always kind of weird, so if your favorites were the fashionistas, you're lucky as hell.