For the record, I played with Barbies, too, when I was little. I mean, I didn’t like have any Barbies of my own (my interests were largely army mans, legos, Star Trek stuff, a few comics, books, wandering in the woods, and Nintendo, when I finally got one). But I did play with Barbies. Boys can be assholes and sometimes you’re just done with it. Besides, if you wanna hang out with girls when you’re eight, there’s no better icebreaker than saying “I would love to help brunette Barbie accompany blonde bikini Barbie to the mall.”