If you don’t agree that Americans are deeply divided on pretty much everything, I offer you Exhibit A: the wildly popular movie “Barbie.” Kids love it, grownup girls love it, the movie industry loves it and, if they saw it, I think most grownup guys would enjoy it, too.

But not everyone loves it, even though it’s witty, clever, comedic, satirical and full of jokes aimed at all levels of the audience. And when, at the end, “Barbie” makes its point — that men and women alike need to figure out who they are and how they fit into the world, while respecting one another and taking no one and nothing for granted — then, as the screen goes dark and the lights come on, some viewers realize they’ve seen more than just a silly movie-in-pink. Much more.

Unless, of course, they’re knotheads who went to see “Barbie” to confirm what they’ve heard from their fellow knotheads: that it is a subversive propaganda piece that aims to turn girls into man-haters.

If you’re thinking of going to see “Barbie,” here’s a quick point-counterpoint:

Everything in Barbie Land is happy, pink and fake.

Well, duh. All Barbie fans know Barbie’s favorite color is pink and that she’s always happy, and that everything from the dolls to the clothes to the houses to the furniture is fake. No surprises there.

The plot twist comes when Barbie visits The Real World, where there is a lot of pink and plastic but also a lot of unhappiness. Ken tags along, and they both experience awakenings that little kids won’t get and grownups will totally understand.

It’s a feminist manifesto.

Yes and no. A female character who helps Barbie transition from Barbie Land to The Real World does have a powerful soliloquy toward the end of the movie, in which she describes women’s struggles to achieve parity in a complicated and patriarchal society. But the scene is very much in context with where Barbie finds herself.

Ken has no personality.

True. He has no personality as a doll, and only a little personality in the movie. Barbie is the star of “Barbie” and the focus of little girls everywhere when they crowd into a friend’s bedroom to “play Barbies.” Other than changing Ken’s outfit occasionally, little girls have zero interest in him.

It’s anti-male.

No. It’s satirical and sarcastic as it pokes fun at male and female stereotypes. And it does point out that while women may rule Barbie Land, the fact is that in The Real World they lag behind men in terms of power, money and influence. But that’s not anti-male; it’s the truth.

It’s ridiculous.

No. It’s make-believe.

Barbie, her movie and her movie’s message are woke.

(Insert heavy sigh.) You tell me. What does woke really mean, anyway? I like Merriam-Webster’s explanation that it denotes people who are informed, educated and conscious of social injustices. You may prefer others’ definitions, including that of Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis, who says “wokeness” is “a form of cultural Marxism.”

Whatever. Burn your daughters’ dolls and boycott Mattel and Hollywood if you want to, but I’m telling you, neither Barbie nor “Barbie” is woke.

The humor is juvenile, and so is the plot.

Guilty as charged. “Barbie” — the movie, the doll, the everything — is juvenile. (Not to mention — again — make-believe.) Repeat after me: Barbie is a toy. An 11.5-inch doll. Her life is a fantasy aimed at little girls and preteens, whose sense of humor and view of the world are also juvenile.

The ending is ambiguous.

You’ve got me on this one. Some reviewers see deep meanings in the final scene, in which Barbie shows up for an appointment with her gynecologist. A writer for Elle magazine said, “What matters is that she now carries the hallmarks of human womanhood, and she must learn how to live with them.”

That’s deep. I didn’t say anything when the scene popped up, because I was laughing at my realization that, “Oh, that’s right — Barbie has genitals now instead of that weird flat space between her legs.”

“Barbie” is rated PG-13. Who would take a little girl to see a PG-13 movie?

Me. I took our 5-year-old granddaughter to see it, because as owner of a bazillion Barbies, she wanted to see it. And because I read several descriptions and decided (and pitched to her parents) that it didn’t deserve its PG-13 rating and that children in the audience wouldn’t get the double entendres sprinkled here and there.

Besides, I really, really wanted to see it.

But maybe what you’re actually asking is: How could a caring and responsible grandmother take a little girl to see a wicked movie like “Barbie”?

And my answer to that is: Because I’m not a knothead, and neither is my granddaughter.

Frances Coleman is a former editorial page editor of the Mobile Press-Register. Email her at [email protected] and “like” her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/prfrances.