I did another ad this weekend. I told The Guar---ian what it felt like to become a millionaire fashion queen before I was a teenager. I plugged my magazine and my trademark style (you know--cute but jarring, feminist but conservative, adult but babyish). I felt great, right until the interviewer asked me whether I was a fake! I guess people can't believe that a child is the intellectual equal of models and fashion designers. I recited the usual spiel about obeying the man of the house, absorbing fairytales, and being yourself, and avoided the question. But it got me worrying. Am I fake?