She was everywhere. Scattered on my floor, under the seat in my mother’s car, with my bathtub toys, and occasionally in the big blue tub labeled BARBIE. At the age of five I had entered Barbie World and the ensuing invasion of Barbie and cohorts dominated my life for the next two years. My Christmas list from Kindergarten asked for a Barbie house, Barbie boat, Barbie car, and of course the absolutely essential Barbie Plane. Apparently I was not alone, Mary F.