It's my full-time job but wallowing in our broken politics can sometimes make for a dark world. Why wouldn't I look forward to going to Barbie Land and immersing myself in a fantasia of pink?
Bring on Greta Gerwig's "Barbie," and with it, I hope, a more sympathetic view of the most famous doll on the planet. Let the longtime feminist flashpoint become the superhero that rescues movie theaters this summer. Gerwig had me at the trailer.
Barbie and I grew up together. From 1959 — the year that my younger sister Patty and I each ripped the Christmas wrapping from a cardboard panel that held the brand-new Ponytail Barbie and about a half-dozen chic outfits — we all, Barbie included, weathered the societal upheavals that roiled women's lives through the subsequent decades.
