Quotes About Society

Es un chico cabreado, sólo eso. Un chico enfadado con el mundo. Y no es para menos. Mejor que saque su rabia así -escribiendo- y no quemando coches. Esos sí son peligrosos. Esos no respetan nada: ni la ortografía, ni la sintaxis, ni el sentido común.

For women, deeply personal writing can also be described as a rebellion against the expected role, though in the case of women, the expectation is that we will be preoccupied with inner lives, with relationships, and with family, but that we will gear our stories to satisfy, flatter, or collude with our immediate circle.

Irigaray remarks in such a vein that the masquerade... is what women do... in order to participate in man's desire, but at the cost of giving up their own.

The exclusion of those who fail to conform to unspoken normative requirements of the subject.

Es gibt kein Ich vor der Annahme eines Geschlechts.

El género no es exactamente lo que uno «es» ni tampoco precisamente lo que uno «tiene». El género es el aparato a través del cual tiene lugar la producción y la normalización de lo masculino y lo femenino

EÄŸer toplumsal cinsiyet transvestit ise, ve eÄŸer bu, yaklaÅŸmay? denediÄŸi ideali düzenli olarak doÄŸuran bir taklitse, o zaman toplumsal cinsiyet, bir içsel cinsiyet ya da öz ya da psiÅŸik toplumsal cinsiyet çekirdeÄŸi yan?lsamas?n? doÄŸuran bir temsildir; içsel derinlik yan?lsamas?n? tende, jestle, hareketle, yürüyüÅŸle (cinsiyetin takdimi olarak anla??lan bedensel temsiller silsilesiyle) doÄŸurur.

Big Brother is catching.

The invention of the teenager was a mistake. Once you identify a period of life in which people get to stay out late but don't have to pay taxes - naturally, no one wants to live any other way.

Charming villains have always had a decided social advantage over well-meaning people who chew with their mouths open.

women were brought up to have only one set of manners. A woman was either a lady or she wasn't, and we all know what the latter meant. Not even momentary lapses were allowed; there is no female equivalent of the boys-will-be-boys concept.

We are born charming, fresh and spontaneous and must be civilized before we are fit to participate in society.

GENTLE READER: You, sir, are an anarchist, and Miss Manners is frightened to have anything to do with you. It is true that questioning the table manners of others is rude. But to overthrow the accepted conventions of society, on the flimsy grounds that you have found them silly, inefficient and discomforting, is a dangerous step toward destroying civilization.

The rationale that etiquette should be eschewed because it fosters inequality does not ring true in a society that openly admits to a feverish interest in the comparative status-conveying qualities of sneakers. Manners are available to all, for free.

God help me if I ever injure my back, Clayton quipped. God help you if you ever turn it, Whitney snapped, for there'll surely be some heartbroken papa or cuckolded husband ready with a knife--if I don't murder you first.

Ne tuhaf deÄŸil mi? diye devam etti.Biz kibarlar, uygar davran??lar?m?zla övünürüz ama birbirimizi yemeyi en güzel yemeklere tercih ederiz.

For himself Ian would have calmly and unhesitatingly told society to go to hell, but they'd already put Elizabeth through hell, and he wanted somehow to make it right for her again.

and gains at the gaming tables spread from White's

Victoria lifted her chin. "In my country, Mr. Fielding, it is considered ill-bred to argue at the table." Her veiled reprimand filled him with amusement. "How very inconvenient for you," he remarked softly.

If being ugly was a crime, they'd be hunting that woman down with helicopters and bloodhounds.

Whitney, My Love is the story of Clayton Westmoreland, the Ninth Duke of Claymore. Until You features Stephen Westmoreland's

Eleanor Gordon was the most sophisticated in their crowd. She read The New Yorker.

To be ordinary was a fate worse than death.

That's not a bad word . . . hate and war are bad words but fuck isn't.