On Christmas of 1997, I received a few magazines as stocking stuffers. Being 11 years old at the time, they were all magazines targeted towards my demographic—full of crafts and activities and products that a young girl might be interested in. I remember one magazine in particular was fairly progressive, with an article about a company making technology-based toys and games for girls, and bemoaning the world of domestic girl toys like baby dolls and toy vacuum cleaners. (I ended up writing a letter to that company in appreciation, the early buddings of my interest in feminism. Though, ironically, the…
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