Apparently Marie Antoinette had a penchant for role playing, with the life of a milkmaid being her escapist fantasy of choice. The milkmaid fantasy was played out in suitably fantastic splendour, complete with elaborate costumes and custom built living arrangements and accessories. I’m not sure how much actual milk was involved, but a good time was reportedly had by all. My experiential equivalent is a late 60s Barbie as pneumatically cheery diner waitress. She’s wearing one of those cute pink nylon mini coveralls, frilly apron, pink high heels (what every good waitress needs if she wants to maintain that rictus grin while pampering her bunions) and has a teeny weeny pad with pencil crammed into that rigid space between her thumb and that curiously fused four finger hand arrangement.