Dale Price hates Bratz.
Pansy and Peony hate Bratz. Even Rosey-Posey hates Bratz.
In the interest of, let’s say, marketing research, what precisely do we hate about them? There are so many reasons, I know. Let’s list ’em all: the skanky clothes, the marketing to little girls, the whole it’s-all-about-the-mall concept….
But, you know, even if the Bratz underwent total makeovers of their soulz — ditched their vinyl-headed boyfriendz, wore modest clothing, joined their school’s chapter of the Junior Engineering and Technical Society, started a chapter of Little Flowerz at their church and washed cars to pay their way to the next World Youth Day, and dropped the annoying habit of using “z” for “s” — even if they did all that, I still wouldn’t like them. The giant eyes, enormous lips, teeny bodies and big feet… they’re just ugly dolls.