I had my first child, a daughter, in 1976, a month before I turned 17. My son came along 5 1/2 years later. I never purchased a pacifier, and those received as gifts were promptly thrown away. I could never grasp the concept of using an ugly little rubber fake nipple to console an unhappy infant.
A fussy child is either hungry, uncomfortable, sick, in pain, or yearning to be soothed by the attention of a parent's voice or gentle touch.
I'm quite sure that crying and fussing aren't considered life-threatening situations, or that the media has ever used the headline or breaking news hook: "Infant's Screams Cause Death of Innocent Shopping Mall Patrons!"
I'd be most curious to know how many current substance abusers and addicts were "pacified", not by loving gestures of intimacy and affection from their parents, but instead by the use of a cheap, rubber product, manufactured solely as a convenient substitute to loving, caring, parental attention.
Gather every pacifier in your house, and have your daughter stand next to you, as you matter-of-factly (with NO immature display of apologetic emotion or sympathetic remorse in your voice!), explain to her that because she's a wonderful, grown up, smart, special, good girl (or whatever descriptions make her happiest), today is the exciting, marvelous, award-winning day to say good bye to baby pacifiers (or whatever nickname they may have - don't even get me started on that topic), then toss them in! Reward her with a treat, and avoid mentioning them again. If she speaks of them, or asks for one, ignore her and change the subject immediately.
I sincerely apologize for being harsh, but I have always despised the use of pacifiers.
Good luck.