"How old are you", says the chiclet-pink painted slut in a room fit for a six year old princess wannabe. Oh, we like our tree house twat-free; when we ask why there are no girls in there, it is to high-five the guy who chased you away. Feel free to build your own little girls club and show each other your slutty superheroine costumes (of course you’ll never do that, and we all know why).