Quotes About Society

1970s, only one in ten women was childfree; today the number is one in five.169 Yet when I mention my choice, I've had moms look at me like I'm defective, or a unicorn, or a defective unicorn. Keep your pity; I don't need it.

If I identify with anything, it's being an American, which is why I despise how badly we've splintered as a country. The divisions between us aren't new, but the ways we deal with them are. We've lost the social norm of civility. I suspect what's changed is the attitude that we're all in this together. Now it's a me-against-you mentality, and we've turned into a country of aggressively poor losers and bombastic, graceless winners.

What's funny is that everyone's so appalled by the notion of hitchhiking now, yet it's totes fine if we pay five dollars for the privilege of riding in a stranger's Lyft.

The short-term, dopamine-driven feedback loops that we have created are destroying how society works—no civil discourse, no cooperation, misinformation, mistruth. —Chamath Palihapitiya, former Facebook VP of user growth

Changing standards of the ideal body have pushed Americans to be thinner and strategically curvier, and then thinner again, yet our country continues to get fatter and fatter. The disparity between the ideal and our reality is making most of us twitchy.

Mouse scurried to catch up with her, trying to match his strides to her long, fluid gait. She glanced down at his shabby garments and smudged face. "You'd best make certain nobody sees you with me," she reminded him. "You look like a street urchin." "I am a street urchin." He smirked up at her. "You were a street urchin.

What I'm asserting is that we are looking at bisexuality the wrong way, making the identity entirely dependent on someone other that the bisexual person him- or herself. If I'm dating a man, I'm straight. If I'm dating a woman, I'm a lesbian. But sexuality is not who you sleep with, it's who you are. It doesn't change according to who is standing next to you.

High heels are a plot against women, they throw our spines out and stop us from standing on the ground.

It infuriated me that men could walk around feeling perfectly good about their appearance whether they had a unibrow, triple chin, or skin flaps hanging off their eyelids, but stunning women like Faidra felt the need to have an unblemished butthole. The world is insane. Not

In the bad old days, men kept women from choosing to work. In the bad new days, women keep women from choosing to stay home.

Statistics show that men are interested in three things: careers, sports, and sex. That's why they love professional cheerleaders.

Breasts are very important for women. Their clothes just don't hang right without them.

What happened to the good old days when rich white men just bought their way into office?

Sometimes I think life would be so much easier if we didn't have to think about being boys or girls or men or women or old or young, fat or thin… if we could all just be certain we were the same. We might be bored, but the danger of life and of living would be gone.

The notion that the underground homeless people are "irretrievable" is refuted by their hope and caring for one another, which reaches far beyond the harsh environment in which they live. I know many people who attest to it. Theirs is a strange and foreign world, but it is very near and largely of our making.

Women had made progress - Jo only had to look as far as the television set to see it - but she wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do it all flawlessly. Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?

Jo thought sometimes that Bethie liked to play at being a rebel, when the truth was that her sister had a genius for conformity, for making herself the best, most stylish example of whatever version of femininity was currently in fashion.

You don't think she ever loved your dad?" Shelley shook her head. "I think, for her, it was more like taking a job than falling in love. If you've been bred to marry a rich man and have his babies and basically be decoration, and you have no skills and no idea how to support yourself, how many options do you really have?

She wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do all of it flawlessly. Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?" Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, aunt, caretaker, career women: Mrs. Everything attempts to cover it all.

There is no magic weight, no magic size, no magic number on the scale where, as soon as you hit it, confetti rains down and a band starts to play and hidden doors slide open and Daniel Craig walks through them to lift you in his arms (because, thin as you are, he totally can) and carry you into the life of uninterrupted bliss that you just know could be yours, if you only wore a size two dress.

Women had made progress—Jo only had to look as far as the television set to see it—but she wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do all of it flawlessly. Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?

plenty of them, including her beloved sorors, were the kind of blinkered, privileged, entitled assholes who'd go sailing through life, assuming that their hard work, not their privilege, was what ensured them their good jobs, good schools, nice houses, and pricy vacations. Born on third base and think they hit a triple, his mom used to say

being born female meant spending years of you life at risk, and the rest of it invisible, existing as prey or barely existing at all.

Disapproval always depends on other people - dead people, foreigners - doing the unacceptable action.