Can I just say here how much I hate the word 'pamper'? While pretending to celebrate and indulge women it actually implies that their bodies are so revolting that even their 'me time' must be dedicated to turning them into living dolls if potential suitors are to be prevented from running screaming in horror.

I don't love dolls. I love women. I love their bodies.

This morning I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel and while I was using it it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

I played with dolls until I was 15. My mother encouraged it because my older sister got married when she was 15 so Mom thought that the longer I stayed with dolls the better.

When I was a little girl rocking my little dolls I remember thinking I would be the world's best mom and so far I've done it.

Growing up my dolls were doctors and on secret missions. I had Barbie Goes Rambo.

You can't do opera when already from the 10th row you can only see little dolls on the stage. In such an enormous space you can't put much faith in the personal presence of the individual singer which is reflected in facial expressions among other things.

They were using the dolls to project their dreams of their own futures as adult women.

The Dolls were an attitude. If nothing else they were a great attitude.

I was always obsessed with being famous. I had Marilyn Monroe paper dolls as a child and I was always obsessed with her. I've just been really driven in that direction and none of my friends were. So I don't know what put that bug in me at a young age.

I came back to work when my children were two months old. At that early age they seem to have little awareness of anybody but their Raggedy Ann dolls so it wasn't a matter of them missing me. I was missing them.