Quotes About Stereotypes

Matthew had called her harmless. Harmless. And being with him made Frankie feel squashed into a box - a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or as powerful as their boyfriends. A box for people who were not forces to be reckoned with. Frankie wanted to be a force.

a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or powerful as their boyfriends. A box for people who were not forces to be reckoned with.

She knew that women were rarely the centers of such stories. Instead, they were eye candy, arm candy, victims, or love interests. Mostly, they existed to help the great white hetero hero on his fucking epic journey. When there was a heroine, she weighed very little, wore very little, and had had her teeth fixed.

Jule watched a shit-ton of movies. She knew that women were rarely the centers of such stories. Instead, they were eye candy, arm candy, victims, or love interests. Mostly, they existed to help the great white hetero hero on his fucking epic journey.

Don't believe those lies about intellectual people. They're only written to soothe the majority.

Why will men have theories about women? I haven't any about men.

Why? Why were most big things unladylike?

I mean the idea that women are always thinking of men. If a girl breaks off her engagement, everyone says: "Oh, she had someone else in her mind; she hopes to get someone else." It's disgusting, brutal! As if a girl can't break it off for the sake of freedom.

Granted the exceptions, he agreed that all Englishwomen are haughty and venal.

Meanwhile, I have the cats, and, worst of all, I've started to consider them family. I know guys aren't supposed to like cats (out here, you still occasionally find the stout masculine type who goes out and shoots cats), but I can't help it. They've won me over.

Liberate yourself from the white/black dichotomy!

Generally speaking, historically in this country, the care of a child has been thought of as female business.

What do you think of boybands?" I avoided eye contact, put my hands in my pockets, and shrugged. "Not my thing, really." What was he getting at? He chortled, and continued. "They are all the same. They've all got a lead singer whose head is stuck up his own arse, then a hard one who gets into trouble, an ugly one who wants to be taken seriously, and always, without exception, there's a gay one.

But it was always thus with Irishmen. Never, since the start of the world, has one of them taken a woman's sensible advice when there was foolish counsel available from his male friends.

We must remove our mask to call attention to white advantage. That may help us understand one another a bit better. It may bridge divides, disrupt assumptions and stereotypes that block empathy and get in the way of serious efforts to achieve our country. As it stands, we don't really talk frankly about race. And too many people are too damn scared to say so.

For Baldwin, even in his later work, the category of race all too often pulls us out of the places where the hard work of self-examination happens. It can easily become an illusion of safety, because so many questions are settled beforehand by the assumptions and stereotypes that come with our understanding of race.

The whites that wanted to live like the blacks were as immoral as you could imagine. Ask any black and they will tell you that you haven't lived until you have been a nigger on a Saturday night.

When a woman behaves like a man, why doesn't she behave like a nice man?

Women, who on grounds of modesty alone might be expected to prefer being killed or cured by one of their own sex, prove as incalculable in this as in most other things;

savages. Dirty savages.

A pretty girl can do no wrong.

The notion that women are less aesthetically profound and innovative than men--just not very important, if you know what I mean--doubtless spreads back to our beginnings as upright animals: the males hunted and killed for the family while the females stayed home in the cave and tended the strange little creatures they were giving birth to.

Ah, the Irish. We're a hopeless lot.

Is it true blondes have more fun?