She's been an airplane pilot, a doctor, a lifeguard, a princess, a police woman, a fashion model, a horse jockey, a NASCAR racer, a soccer player, an astronaut, and the list goes on. She's been on Star Trek, knows Elvis, knows Frank Sinatra, and in a previous life she was every interesting Queen of England there ever was.
The car? It's hers. The Malibu Beach House? Hers. The horse, beauty salons, swimming pools, and jetliner? All hers. Any hair color, any eye color, any ethnicity - hers if she wants it. It's not that she's every little girl's dream. Little girls are just failed Barbies in some alternative universe.