Everything in Barbie Land is perfect, and mostly pink (or salmon, or coral, or some variation). The skies are a flawless azure blue, and the palm trees, of which there are many, are frankly fake, although the residents of Barbie Land—largely Barbies, of course—have no way of judging this. For them, everything is just right, and every day is a great day.
Also resident in this femme-centric realm is a subsidiary tribe of Kens—blandly hunky guys of various races whose purpose is to explain things to the Barbies (like the plot of The Godfather, for example) or to demonstrate their unremarkable skills as campfire guitar players. A Ken will sometimes have a great day, too, but only after a Barbie favors him with a glance.
