In Dollhouse Land, a world without kitchens, bathrooms, nurseries, or families, there is no place
for Chucky, Brahms, Billy, Hugo, or Slappy. It is true that Ken is allowed, but only conditionally
and not before the vasectomy, and even after that, his every step is watched. In Dollhouse Land,
Barbie, Bratz, and Polly Pocket run the business. They are the ones who turned a beach lounger
into a throne—only no one bothers to shout, ‘The king is dead, long live the king!’ anymore.