So far, my daughters have been relatively insulated from the horror of Barbie dolls. I recognize that Barbies are not pure evil – after all, lots of wonderful, strong women I know grew up grooming and dressing those stacked little hotties, to no apparent ill effect. As a kid, I mostly dismembered my Barbies and pretended to turn them into the Bionic Woman, but that’s another story.
But if they do ever ask for one, forget Malibu Barbie, or the unforgettable Growing-Up Skipper. We’ll go for this one.