I don’t remember playing with baby dolls. Barbies? Hell yeah, for hours. (And I mean hours.) Bratz? You betcha. Polly Pockets, Betty Spaghettis, Samantha Parkington, screaming crying pooping blobs with arms in The Sims? Absolutely. But baby dolls? Participating in any kind of mothering make-believe? I’m drawing a blank. Maybe this is because by the […]
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hi, i’m holly. 