A while back I made a little trek to Toys R Us with the kiddies. As Riley and I were perusing the shelves we made our way into Barbie land. Basically two long aisles filled with everything Barbie. Holy pink crap everywhere. But I noticed Ken peering out from his plastic box. There were only a handful of Kens but I photographed each one. Each sad one. I remember when Ken had plastic hair and zero personality. He was simply Barbie’s arm candy. Handsome, and quiet with that everlasting smile and six-pack abs. What the hell happened to Ken?