I figured out early on how fickle girls can be. I was 14 and nuts about a shapely, curly-haired classmate. We'll call her "Julie" because this column is published in my hometown newspaper and I want to safeguard her identity. And also because her name is Julie.
If you're shopping for Christmas presents for kids, consider yourself warned: Strawberry Shortcake can and will kill them. Don't be fooled by this freckled femme fatale's angelic smile: She's out to choke kids without so much as a government-mandated hazard warning.