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Bennett was praised often by his peers, but never more meaningfully than by what Mr. I just like to make people feel good when I perform.”

are touched if they hear something that’s sincere and honest and maybe has a little sense of humor. “I enjoy entertaining the audience, making them forget their problems,” he told The Associated Press in 2006. Bennett appealed with an easy, courtly manner and an uncommonly rich and durable voice – “a tenor who sings like a baritone,” he called himself – that made him a master of caressing a ballad or brightening an up-tempo number. If his singing and public life lacked the high drama of Mr. Sinatra, he would interpret a song rather than embody it. Bennett didn’t tell his own story when performing he let the music speak instead – the Gershwins and Cole Porter, Irving Berlin and Jerome Kern. Bennett often said his lifelong ambition was to create “a hit catalog rather than hit records.” He released more than 70 albums, bringing him 19 competitive Grammys – all but two after he reached his 60s – and enjoyed deep and lasting affection from fans and fellow artists. The last of the great saloon singers of the mid-20th century, Mr. Tony Bennett, who died Friday, was an eminent and timeless stylist whose devotion to classic American songs and knack for creating new standards such as “I Left My Heart In San Francisco.” His decadeslong career brought him admirers from Frank Sinatra to Lady Gaga. But I also don’t see them as necessarily damaging to young psyches. Ultimately, I don’t think all those Barbies shaped my daughter’s worldview in any meaningful way. Barbies are hardly “feminist icons,” no matter how hard Mattel marketed President Barbie or Astrophysicist Barbie. I didn’t buy them Barbies just had a habit of walking in the door.

“I just thought they were a little bit much – the body shape, then all the clothes.”My own daughter, now well into adulthood, had lots of Barbies: six, to be precise, recently discovered in varying degrees of disarray in a box in the basement. We were a Barbie-free household.“I didn’t really believe in Barbies,” she said. So, as I often do, I tested my memory in a call to Mom. I remember, as a kid in the 1960s, playing with Barbies at friends’ houses but not having Barbies of my own.

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“Barbie” the movie – reviewed here by the Monitor – is really an invitation to think about how we raise our children, and about expectations. It also invites introspection about our own childhoods. When I tell people a generation younger that I went to the “Barbie” movie, the response is often, “Why?!” To which I respond, “Why not?” What better way to escape the Washington heat – and politics – on a Sunday afternoon in July than with a live-action fantasy about an iconically kitschy, mass-produced doll? Plus, I wanted a good laugh.But I soon discovered there was more to the film than a frothy pink romp through Barbie Land (and beyond) and many jokes at the expense of poor Ken.