Back when I was small, I loved to play with my friend Miranda’s My Little Ponies. I didn’t give a tiny stuff for starships or toy cars or any of that nonsense. No, all I wanted was to get my hands on those multi-coloured plastic horses.
Why? Because they could be endlessly beautified and styled, like portable pastel celebrities. You see, even then, I knew my talent and joy lay in makeovers and image management. You could hand me the shabbiest nag in the box and — once I’d taken over their wardrobe and communications — they’d become Queen of Ponyland.
