Quotes About Stereotypes

Even my own auntie asked me once if I was pregnant after seeing me on the telly - that's just life on camera.

Recently, I read a quote which said that if a woman is beautiful, she's called an Angel' in English and a Bapu Bomma' in Telugu. I think that sums up the legacy he has left behind.

Of course, I will continue acting. I just need to dispel the Telugu and Tamil cinema's insecurities about married actresses. I don't know about others. But I am not going anywhere after marriage.

When I tell people that I am acting in Telugu, they ask me if I have to overact.

When I am in Mumbai, I am called a director. In Chennai, I am called a hero. In the Telugu States, I am called a dance master.

I did some glamorous roles and even wore a bikini in the Telugu film 'Drona,' but the audience was aghast. Some said, 'Please don't ever wear a bikini again!'

The thing about being black in a mostly white industry, particularly as a black male, is you can't lose your temper in the same way. Essentially, you are an angry black man losing his temper in a way that's unprofessional, as opposed to an industry that has protected unprofessional white males in perpetua.

We know South Americans are impulsive and temperamental and cannot lose.

People want you to be ordinary.

You're a woman, Katie. You don't need any other reason for them to think you're incompetent.

I thought coffee was a prerequisite for being a cop." "That's donuts. What do lawyers eat?" "Each other.

Fancourt can't write women,' said Nina dismissively. 'He tries but he can't do it. His women are all temper, tits and tampons.

Because men's crimes are always ours in the final analysis, aren't they, Mr. Strike? Ultimate responsibility always lies with the woman, who should have stopped it, who should have acted, who must have known. Your failings are really our failings, aren't they? Because the proper role of the woman is carer, and there's nothing lower in this whole world than a bad mother.

In essence, we tend to sort each other and ourselves into groupings, and that usually leads to an overestimation of similarities between members of a group, and an underestimation of the similarities between insiders and outsiders.

I said that the greatest female writers, with almost no exceptions, have been childless. A fact. And I have said that women generally, by virtue of their desire to mother, are incapable of the necessarily single-minded focus anyone must bring to the creation of literature, true literature. I don't retract a word. That is a fact.

Matthew kept hinting that Strike was somehow a fake. He seemed to feel that being a private detective was a far-fetched job, like astronaut or lion tamer; that real people did not do such things.

Middle-class gorls, with their mammies and daddies paying their way, they could afford to burn their bras and have hairy armpits.

She was black, too, or rather, a delicious shade of café au lait, and this, we were constantly told, represented progression an industry concerned merely with surfaces. (I am dubious: could it not be that, this season, café au lait was the 'in' shade? Have we seen a sudden influx of black women into the industry in Landry's wake? Have our notions of female beauty been revolutionised by her success? Are black Barbies now out-selling white?)

He had a secret but deep-rooted aversion to women drivers, a prejudice he ascribed largely to early, nerve-wracking experiences with all his female relatives.

The drugged, drunk, long-haired and beautiful Josh Blay would have been precisely the kind of young man Leda found most attractive; another reason for Strike's usual antipathy for the type.

men's crimes are always ours in the final analysis, aren't they, Mr Strike? Ultimate responsibility always lies with the woman, who should have stopped it, who should have acted, who must have known. Your failings are really our failings, aren't they? Because the proper role of the woman is carer,

I've always been clever . . . but that don't 'elp a woman. It's better to be pretty. You 'ave a better life when you're good-looking. Men always went for Irene, not me. She talked shit all night long, but they liked 'er better. I wasn't bad-looking . . . I just didn't 'ave what men liked.

All well bred persons lie—Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think… William Congreve, Love for Love Strike's

I genuinely examine every new project from that standpoint. I ask myself, "What's this saying?" and also, "How could it be interpreted?" "Are there groups that might be harmed by this play?" – or production or whatever. "Does it deal in stereotypes or harmful tropes?