I have been trying to get my sister inspired about feminism. You really are never too young to start. She was reading an advent calendar, which said that Mary and Joseph went to get registered in Joseph’s hometown.

“Why Joseph’s hometown? Why not Mary’s?” She asks.

Seeing my opportunity, I launch into a speech about how women were not seen to be as important as men, were repressed and had to fight so hard for their rights (but in child-friendly terms).
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“Where’s that sellotape?” She replies. (She is making a cardboard wheelchair for her imaginary friend, who is apparently disabled.)

Indignantly I cry, “You don’t care, do you?”

She calmly tells me, “What I care about is where that sellotape is.” And strolls out of the room.

So perhaps you can be too young to start. My mistake.