If I were an extraterrestrial landing on Earth, I’d think I’d stumbled upon a party hell-bent on its own destruction, where the music’s too loud, the drinks have run dry, and the inhabitants are setting the house on fire; it’s high time we pull our heads out of our asses and get our damn act together before the next alien Yelp review reads, ‘Visited Earth. Lovely views, but the inhabitants? Utterly bonkers.’

In a world teeming with real stories and genuine struggles, we find ourselves willingly seeking refuge in the plastic perfection of Barbie’s world, choosing escapism over confrontation.