Growing up, I coveted the American Girl Doll. I remember when Felicity was released, and I remember begging, BEGGING my parents for a doll, and being so disappointed when my birthday came and went and that magical white and red box didn't appear. Until one unassuming day in the spring... (probably when it was easier for my parents to burn $100 on a plastic doll) my doll came. And she was glorious. And apparently, she set the course for my life!
I received Kirsten. Let's see what the article has to say about her:
"You probably got Kirsten because she was blond, or because you read a lot of Little House on the Prairie books."
Or you were like me, and obsessed with a) Oregon Trail, and b) braids (my hair was boy-length short as a girl...I had braid envy big time.)
"Whatever superficial motivation led you to choose Kirsten, you quickly learned that life as a Swedish immigrant in Minnesota is not all lingonberry pie and ice fishing. Not halfway through the first book does Kirsten's best friend Marta die suddenly and tragically of cholera. This was shocking and horrifying. Obviously, you were used to cholera deaths (this being the age of Oregon Trail), but this time it was different."
Man, cholera was the worst.
|They should really just write, "Sam is about to BITE IT. You can rest for ALL the days you want and shoot EIGHT THOUSAND POUNDS of meat (but you can only carry back 478 pounds), and it WON'T FIX CHOLERA."|
And, being the young writer that I was, I remember totally calling Marta's death before it happened. Kirsten needed her stakes upped, after all. Also, the fact I fell deeply in love with Willa Cather's work in grad school, which is really just like the adult version of "Kirsten Learns a Lesson" suddenly makes a lot more sense now.
"You therefore grew up to be a bit more thoughtful, a bit more reserved than your peers. You also find yourself inexplicably drawn towards crafts like knitting, jam-making, and quilting."
I also dabble in crochet, felting soap, jewelry making, scrapbooking, photography and collage. Whoops. Hello there, American Girl stereotype. Meet my life.
"You secretly suspect that you'd manage just fine in a post-Apocalyptic setting, should things come to that."
So, I once wrote a post about how I'm pretty sure I'd die in any dystopia ever, but that doesn't deter my deep-seated love of the hypothetical Apocalypse. Whether it's Day After Tomorrow or Susan Beth Pfeffer, if the world is ending, I AM THERE. (Knitting.)
"You were surprised and delighted to see some of Kirsten's outfits come back into style in certain enclaves of Brooklyn."
I went to Sarah Lawrence, which could easily be renamed Hipster Central. I knew people who boycotted shoes. People who were leggings as pants BEFORE it was cool. The entirety of my Urban Outfitters knowledge comes from my college days. Oh hai there, vintage apron I wear when I make
jam cookies. You look an awful lot like this:
I know I'm not alone on this. Time to fess up, people! What doll did you have? Or want, but not get? And for the moms out there, are your daughters just as obsessed with them as we were back in the day?