I recently read a blog that claimed that gender inequality was still prevalent in theatre. The blog was illustrated by a photograph of Legally Blonde, the show that is the biggest employer of women in British theatre - women who are mostly wearing six-inch heels and pink boob tubes. The high point of the evening is a song about how, if you bend over in aforementioned outfit and wriggle your bottom, you can get a man to do virtually anything, except, I hasten to add, take you seriously as a thinking human being. The fact that this show is such a success speaks of a bigger change that has happened over recent years: to dress girls in pink and encourage them to be princesses with all that implies has become so prevalent as to be normal (with Jordan cited as most popular girls' role model). A friend recently gave in to her nine-year-old's entreaties to shave her arms and legs because of her shame at not having the silky smooth skin of a Barbie doll. My own 10-year-old is already craving the vertiginous heals that are worn not just by models on the catwalks, or even women on a night out, but by ordinary women every day of the week. What more potent symbol could there be than the wearing of shoes in which you can hardly walk, let alone run?