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	<title>Comments on: All dolled up</title>
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	<description>notes from the crossroads of mother and father</description>
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		<title>By: cityjam</title>
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		<description>AHHHH!! The dreaded &quot;pink aisle&quot; as we call it in my family. Every time I walk past a &quot;pink aisle&quot; in the big box stores (with monstrously huge toy sections), I can&#039;t help but think of my eighth birthday. The birthday when my much older (and at the time meaner) brothers bought and wrapped up ever-so-nicely for me - what else? A Barbie doll. Just to see the look on my face when I opened it. That wasn&#039;t my real present, of course, they had something else wrapped and waiting for me to open after &quot;the doll.&quot; To this day, i can&#039;t remember what my real present was. Just the horror of holding that slim, pink, glossy box in my hands.

It&#039;s good to know others share my intense disgust for that particular aisle. The &quot;kryptonite&quot; analogy made me laugh - Thanks!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>AHHHH!! The dreaded &#8220;pink aisle&#8221; as we call it in my family. Every time I walk past a &#8220;pink aisle&#8221; in the big box stores (with monstrously huge toy sections), I can&#8217;t help but think of my eighth birthday. The birthday when my much older (and at the time meaner) brothers bought and wrapped up ever-so-nicely for me &#8211; what else? A Barbie doll. Just to see the look on my face when I opened it. That wasn&#8217;t my real present, of course, they had something else wrapped and waiting for me to open after &#8220;the doll.&#8221; To this day, i can&#8217;t remember what my real present was. Just the horror of holding that slim, pink, glossy box in my hands.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s good to know others share my intense disgust for that particular aisle. The &#8220;kryptonite&#8221; analogy made me laugh &#8211; Thanks!!</p>
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