We have American Girl dolls on the brain lately. If you were lucky enough as a kid to get stupidly expensive dolls, you were probably given the one with hair corresponding to your own. I was blonde so I got Kirsten Larson, whose life as a Swedish immigrant in harsh rurual Minnesota was kind of a bummer. One day, I figured it would cheer her up if she knew how to skateboard and an afternoon of lessons resulted in her disfigurement, which goes to show you should never help anyone ever. Anyway, even if we had Felicity or Molly or whatever, we all knew rich girl Samantha had the best clothes. Here’s to Samantha.