Barbie Girls, who’s in your Dream House? Is it Ken, Skipper, WNBA Basketball Barbie, Pet Lovin’ Barbie, NASCAR Barbie, Schizo Clotheshorse Barbie, Religious Fanatic Barbie, Confused Career-Girl Barbie? OK, the last three you won’t find in stores, but they can be yours for only $10 (cynicism included) when Banshee Productions presents poet Denise Duhamel’s American Doll. Says director Emily Rems, “It’s important to see how we’re like Barbie and how we’re not.” Rems’ fascination with Barbie began when her mother, then president of their local chapter of the League of Women Voters, forbade her to own the doll. This doesn’t mean Rems’ Barbie envy is pink (or pretty): American Doll’s three Actor Barbies (pictured) brutally and humorously deconstruct everything girly-girls hold dear—or used to before it was no longer cool to like pink. As she name-drops everyone from Siddhartha to Stephen King’s Carrie, it’s important to remember that Duhamel’s writing is like Angela Carter’s: Every phrase contains moveable parts; be careful or you will lose something important, like your head. If the mere thought of Miss Barbie Millicent Roberts makes you dyspeptic, you’ll be soothed not only by the bismuth-colored set, but also by the knowledge that one reason so many women think that they aren’t supposed to have body hair, bleed, sweat, or smell like anything other than lavender, is, after all, only 11 1/2 inches tall. At 10 p.m. Friday and Saturday and 7:30 p.m. Sunday from Friday, April 23, to Sunday, May 2, at the District of Columbia Arts Center, 2438 18th St. NW. $10. (202) 462-7833. (Amanda Fazzone)