This post may be called Doll Envy, but it should more accurately be called "Why I Hate Barbie". As this is the gift-giving season, and as we all run about buying into the commercialization of Christmas, my husband recently asked me why I hate Barbie so much. (He overhears me grumbling about her everytime I see her on the shelves.) He claims to be a smart man, however, he followed the initial question with a theory of his that a tall, blond woman stole an old boyfriend of mine. Not true, I assured him. Most tall blonds are scared of tall redheads, duh. No, my detestation of Barbie originated much earlier. In fact, I can never remember liking her. My sister, however, was a Barbie-freak. She still to this day has the jeep she got when she was five or six or something. I really don't know why I didn't like Barbie back then - I never really was a doll person (you are surprised, I know.) Books and baseballs were my entertainment of cho...
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