As is probably true of most little girls, I had an impressive collection of Barbies when I was younger. Although there’s a lot of discussion on whether or not Barbies set up unrealistic body image, I never looked at them that way. My Barbie’s were my opportunity to have grown up adventures. To travel the world while staying safely in the playroom in our attic. To try my hand at making clothes and experimenting with fashion. To fancy myself a hairdresser, usually with disastrous results. They represented the world that sat just outside of my microcosm, ready and waiting for…