To my 10-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 50 feet of that posh emporium, which peddles multiculti feminism with an... More >>>