Halloween is looming and Blair, my four year old great-niece, has been talking about it for weeks. She told me, confidentially, quietly whispering in my ear, that this year she’s going as Cinderella. I’m sure I frowned upon hearing the news. I was hoping for Xena, Warrior Princess or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But no, four year old Blair Allison, the product of three generations of awakening feminism, wants to go as Cinderella. I shouldn’t be surprised that Cinderella has captured another generation. It’s impossible to get throu ....