By: Alexis McGuinness
It’s ingenious: give a girl a plastic clamshell with peglike plastic people in puffy colors and tell her to go play.
You’ve done it! From the time she’s six, training wheels in hand, she will dream of the day she too gets her very first set of birth control pills.
When she holds that smooth case in her hand, tipping her little fingernail under the latch, parting the lips so that the miniature realm sighs out its contents –
Oh! What pleasure! What release!
Polly can come out and play.