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“That said, pointing out inaccurate or unrealistic portrayals of women to younger grade school children-ages five to eight-does seem to be effective, when done judiciously:taking to little girls about body image and dieting, for example, can actually introduce them to disordered behavior rather than inoculating them against it. I may be taking a bit of a leap here, but to me all this indicated that if you are creeped out about the characters fromMonster High, it is fine to keep them out of your house.”

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Book:Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture
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Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture

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Peggy Orenstein
Peggy Orenstein

Peggy Orenstein is an American author known for her insightful exploration of women's growth and gender roles. Her work delves into the multifaceted identities and challenges faced by women in modern society, particularly the experiences of teenage girls and young women. more

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