Quotes About Society

A great business of body and heart seemed to join these women, and only a few questions separated them: Did each understand the rules of womanhood? Did she try to follow them? How hard did she try, and what did it cost her?

You can be the smartest, most beautiful woman in the world," Nyela said, "but if you can't control your weight, you won't be happy.

The poor work to make money for the rich, the middle class work to make money for themselves, the rich make money from other people's work.

Was this just what relationships were like these days? Whatever you felt like with whoever was there?

What annoys me most is that it takes no effort to be born beautiful, no hard work, no mental agility, no strength of character. Just dumb luck. And yet it's a universal currency, often mistaken for moral superiority.

But this post-college world felt different from everything that had come before it; art was still central, but now everyone had to think about making a living too, and they did so with a kind of scorn for money except as it allowed them to live the way they wanted to live.

For women in 1956 were always confronting boundaries, negotiations: where they could walk at night, how far they could let a man go when the two of them were alone. Men hardly seemed troubled by these things; they walked everywhere in cold, dark cities and pin-drop empty streets, and they let their hands go walking, too, and they opened their belts and then their trousers, and they never thought to themselves: I must stop this right now. I must not go any further.

Maybe the idea of the supposed tension between working and nonworking mothers had been put out in the world just to cause divisiveness.

I guess I feel like grief is this huge part of everything," I say in a burst. "But you're supposed to act like it's not.

I know we live in a very sexist world, and a lot of boys do nothing except get in trouble, until one day they grow up and dominate every aspect of society," Ash said. "But girls, at least while they're still girls and perform well, seem to do everything better for a while.

This was the world they were meant to enter: a world of fuckers.

Men give women the power that they themselves don't want.

This was New York, where famous people drank from the same trough you did,...

Why are we so hard on ourselves?" Asked someone with great plaintiveness. Faith thought, it's not that I'm so hard on myself exactly, it's that I've learned to adopt the views of men as if they were my own.

Good girls could go far, but they could rarely go the distance.

I know we live in a very sexist world, and a lot of boys do nothing except get in trouble, until one day they grow up and dominate every aspect of society. But girls, at least while they're still girls and perform well, seem to do everything better for a while. Seem to get the attention.

The summits were about ambitious topics, such as, recently, leadership—leadership being something that everyone now wanted, as if the world could be made up entirely of leaders and no followers, the way children might crave an all-fireman, all-ballerina society.

But what happened to the talented women who lacked sharp cheekbones or an ease in the universe? The ones who had no attachments to powerful men?

all the stars out there, she thought, and all the worlds those stars existed in; and all the non-stars too, the strivers, everyone worried about their own careers, their own trajectories, how it looked, what it meant, what other people thought of them. It was just too much to take in; it was just so sickening and unnecessary. Leave success and fame and money and an extraordinary

Being a girl is so hard, Katie thought. And it only gets harder.    The

Did you ever look out in that dark and fucked-up world out there and think, how do I let my daughter out into that? And how do i stop her? And the things you can't stop because you're … because-

are women so much more ferocious in their violence?

Women have always been far less violent than men, the author conceded. The facts speak for themselves. But why, then, he asked, are women so much more ferocious in their violence? It has always seemed to me that the answer lies in the question.

It's enraging, recalling a dozen, a hundred, a thousand times in my life a man telling me to relax, be a team player, stop worrying so much, take it easy and roll with the punches. We're all on the same team.