I have always prided in the fact that my little daughter a little shy of three years is a mini feminist. For her the idea of girls and boys not being alike or different in terms of capabilities likings skills and even mannerisms is an alien concept. And that’s exactly how I like it. So it was a bit of a shocker when one day while reading the wonderful book ‘Good night stories for rebel girls’ she refused to accept that the picture of a black woman with closely cropped hair was that of a woman. She argued way too passionately