In my family, we’re movie people. Love movies – all kinds. We love them on the big screen, the home screen and the independent screen. If...

I just thought Barbie was a fun toy. A pretty doll with cute clothes. A vehicle for my imagination. Feminist icon? No. Future political lighting rod? No, neither of those things. I was only 6 years old. My little-girl self was only concerned with Barbie’s adventures. “Where will she go in her purple Dream Vette today?” was my first thought on Saturday mornings. I built elaborate worlds for Barbie and her friends using my books and other toys. I spent hours scooting across the