Barbie, Barbie, Barbie…

I hate Barbie. I’ve always hated Barbie. As a girl, she was everything I didn’t want to be. I didn’t have any Barbies of my own, but my friend Georgia did. They always made me uncomfortable.

When I became a parent, I agonised over gender and toys, railing against the pink and blue aisles in toyshops and trying to keep Bratz dolls out of my daughter’s reach. No Barbies; goes without saying. People tell me I take things too seriously…