Pink, pearls, a little vanity and a whole lot of self-awareness. Not a Barbie Girl plays with the idea of femininity as something we can choose for ourselves, rather than a role we are expected to perform. The cow looks straight at us without trying to fit into anyone's idea of what she should be.
There's something deliberately excessive about this little universe: the pink interiors, the tiny tables, the perfume bottle, the pearls. It feels glamorous, playful and slightly absurd, but underneath all that sweetness is a simple idea: you don't have to be a “good girl," a Barbie girl, or anyone else's version of perfect. You can simply be yourself, preferably with good accessories.