This morning we are greeted with an apparently good outcome to a bad story:
Barbie Goes Boating
Unforunately Darwin has been circumvented and this fool will remain in the gene pool to reproduce.
I am well aware of the challenges which a sixteen-year-old can meet. I wanted to learn to fly when I was sixteen. I did it when I was 18, by saving my nickles, dimes and quarters until I amassed enough money to trundle out to Palwaukee airport and buy an hour of instruction in a J-3 Cub. In those days the tariff was $10 an hour for dual and $7 solo. When I needed to go cross-country, I went from the Chicago suburb all the way to Janesville Wisconsin to get my log-book signed.
But, this is a different level of irresponsible. This is parents inculcating a desire in this girl to achieve her fifteen minutes of fame through an outrageous feat. Nothing wrong with having her learn to sail. Nothing wrong, if the parents are well-to-do, with buying Barbie a sailboat and letting her cruise around the California coast. That is adequate danger for most folks what with oil slicks, drug wars, and the occasional freaked out sex offender plying the waters as well.
Fitting the bimbo out with a 40 foot sailboat, equipped for an around-the-world solo voyage is big bucks. Outfitting a support operation to shepherd the chickie on the trip is more bucks. Encouraging her is symbolic of some sort of Munchausen fixation.
Now, she's necessitated a multi-million dollar international rescue effort to find her and recover her.
I sincerely hope the parents get a bill.