A prayer for my as-yet-to-be-born daughter (or son, if he is so inclined): may you arrive into this world with an innate sense of style that’s greater than mine. May you prefer the nouveau-Goth stylings of Commes des Garçon and Morgan LeFay over the fluorescent, toothache-inducing fast fashions of Justice and its ilk. May you love Star Wars and LEGO more than the disposable schmaltz that is so prevalent with many “girl” toys (and so I won’t have to buy more crap). May you like computers and cameras more than shopping so that we actually have something to talk about when you can talk. Amen.