To my ten-year-old daughter, the term "American Girl" means "that store my meanie of a mom — unlike all the other, higher-quality moms — won't let me go near." While we're on the defensive, why should I? She hates dolls, and I — creeped out by row upon row of homogenized mannequins with staring Stepford Wife eyes and designer threads — get nauseous within fifty feet of that posh emporium, which peddles multi-culti feminism with an... More >>>