I don't recall my first Barbie, but I do remember having a favourite Barbie that, in my memory, had a head of long, frizzy, reddish-gold hair and wore an extremely short, extremely glittery purple-pink dress. A true horse girl at the time, I used to spend a lot of time setting up elaborate horse farms (I had many more toy horses than Barbies, as well as a fairly elaborate stable set). In my mind, the red-headed Barbie seemed extremely beautiful and powerful, and I appointed her as the stable CEO and labeled her the best rider in the business — a true proto-girlboss from long before the term was coined or critiqued.