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When the American Girl catalog would enter my household, I’d page through the overpriced accessories with glee.  I had Kirsten, because I was vaguely blonde-ish, and she was my very best friend. We slept in the same bed every night, we joined my swim club’s American Girl Club and dressed in the same clothes (yup, I was the unfortunate child who was a Swedish pioneer for Halloween). Eventually she grew up and had to get her own miniature bed, which at the moment is being covered by several articles of clothes. Read More
I remember getting American Girl catalogs every few weeks in the mail when I was a little girl. I would beg my parents for a doll, and one Christmas I found Samantha waiting underneath my tree. Despite my love for turn-of-the-century girl Samantha, I always wanted one of the My American Girl dolls--the customizable ones with contemporary clothes and range of skin and hair colors. But I never saw one that looked just like me, with medium-tone skin, brown hair, and curls. Now that I’m almost 20 years old, they finally have the perfect doll for sale (you're many years too late, AG!). Read More
  The American Girl doll is a strange cultural icon of ours. They simultaneously encourage self-love and individuality -- as well as the getting-one-because-everyone-has-one mindset of the herd. They're designed to look like a "real" 9-year-old girl, and aren't disproportionate molds of an unreachable beauty ideal like Barbie -- but they also cost hundreds of dollars more with all of their accessories, making them a conspicuous marker of economic status. (Or, they cripple parents financially so that their daughter won't look conspicuous. Read More
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