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Uptown girl

When we were young, my sister and I spent many a fun-filled afternoon playing “camping” with our Barbie dolls — and our brother’s GI Joe action figures — in our family’s formal living room.

(Other than Christmas, it was the best use of that room.)

The green carpet was obviously the grassy forest floor. We used Kleenex as sleeping bags. And Dr. Seuss books tilted open were the perfect tents. Plus, GI Joe had a jeep, so there were lots of four wheelin’ and other shenanigans.

Those were simpler times. Barbie wanted simpler things.

Today’s doll?

barbie camping

Embarrassing.

Secret lives

Two logos —

Hilton Under Armour

Hilton and Under Armour.

Am I the only one who sees the amazing resemblance?

Does this mean that, underneath the shee-shee image the Hilton is trying to project, they are secretly wearing he-man underoos?  Or are all those burly men sporting Under Armour out in the forest secretly jonesing to spend a spa day in a quilted robe drinking cucumber water?

My vote?

Both.