Back to analogies. I happened to watch Barbie a few days ago. Some friends helped us out and we wanted to take them out, but they suggested getting take-out and watching Barbie instead. That's my excuse. (Don't tell anyone, but I wanted to watch it, too. And please don't mention that I enjoyed it!)

Like a doll moving between the worlds of plastic and reality with all the thoughts, feelings and emotions thereof, it struck me that it was very much a lot like moving from my limited, stunted premie world back into myself again. Few things in my life have been as moving and poignant.

Barbie was definitely the child and product of an insideous cult... of stereotypes, social pressures and unrealistic expectations.

Thank you!