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Now that Balk's gone and that Bouncer guy is busy reading the local papers of every single sad borough, we can indulge our ardent ladyist side without fear of having menstrual/Kate Bush jokes thrown our way every five seconds. Anyway, we soo loved that NYT Mag article about the scary onslaught of Princess product aimed at little girls. (Fave quote: "Maybe it was the dentist's Betty Boop inflection that got to me, but when she pointed to the exam chair and said, "Would you like to sit in my special princess throne so I can sparkle your teeth?" I lost it.") But the writer, Peggy Orenstein, lost us a little bit in her bio — specifically, when we got to the part about the title of her forthcoming memoir: 'Waiting for Daisy: A Tale of Two Continents, Three Religions, Five Infertility Doctors, An Oscar, An Atomic Bomb, A Romantic Night and One Woman's Quest to Become a Mother.'

Yeah, if the title exhausts our attention span, there's no way we're reading the book. But we still do hope it catches on: we need a replacement in our Charades arsenal for Koyaanisqatsi.

What's Wrong With Cinderella? [NYT]