Quotes About Stereotypes

But Grandmère is just like all those other women who go around wanting the same rights as men, but don't want to call themselves feminists. Because that isn't "feminine.

But I guess that's just a reflection of how the educational system today, being so overcrowded and impersonal, makes it so hard for adolescents to break through the preconceived notions of one another, and get to know the real person underneath the label they're given, be it Princess, Brainiac, Drama Geek, Jock, Cheerleader, or Guy Who Hates It When They Put Corn in the Chili.

Hiding out in some cheap motel with a boy? Did my parents really think I would do something that immature and, I'm sorry, completely skanky?

Nice girls finish last.

Yeah, she's such a headcase. I guess it's never occurred to her that two people of the opposite sex can just be friends

Why are boys so difficult? I mean, really. When they aren't drinking directly out of the carton or leaving the toilet seat up, they are getting all offended because you won't go out with them and threatening to rat you out to your supervisor. Hasn't it occurred to any of them that this is not the way to our hearts? And the problem is, they are just going to keep on doing it, as long as stupid girls like Kelly Prescott keep agreeing to go out with them anyway, in spite of their defects.

All those guys on the wrestling team, though - they scare me. And they're so homophobic... well, you can't help wondering about their sexual orientation, I mean they all think I'm gay, but you wouldn't catch me in a pair of tights grabbing some other guys inner thigh.

Ostensibly female but lack of breast size lends to disturbing androgyny.

What's with the labels?" I demand, tugging back. "Why do people have to be defined by their sexual preference? Can't Shari just be Shari?

We have a saying in my country that a beautiful woman deserves love. (...) Ugly women do not? asked the queen as if genuinely curious.

You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol of the ladies room door.

It didn't matter that Amelia was fluent in Mandarin and could code as well as a first-year at Peking University, she was still treated like her mother: as an interloper.

And I'm saying that as someone who was castle-schooled by a woman who thinks the three R's are Rouging, Reddening, and Reapplying.

When you want something done, you ask a man. When you want it done quietly and without any fuss, you ask a woman.

I'm so disturbed when my women students behave as though they can only read women, or black students behave as though they can only read blacks, or white students behave as though they can only identify with a white writer.

Whenever women thinkers, especially advocates of feminism, speak about the widespread problem of male violence, folks are eager to stand up and make the point that most men are not violent. They refuse to acknowledge that masses of boys and men have been programmed from birth on to believe that at some point they must be violent, whether psychologically or physically, to prove that they are men.

No matter that information abounds that lets the public know that gay males come from two-parent homes and can be macho and women-hating, misguided assumptions about what makes a male gay still flourish. Every day boys who express feelings are psychologically terrorized, and in extreme cases brutally beaten, by parents who fear that a man of feeling must be homosexual. Gay men share with straight men the same notions about acceptable masculinity.

For black men of all ages it is more acceptable to express rage than to give voice to emotional needs.

At the center of the way black male selfhood is constructed in white-supremacist capitalist patriarchy is the image of the brute—untamed, uncivilized, unthinking, and unfeeling.

We cannot teach boys that real men either do not feel or do not express feelings, then expect boys to feel comfortable getting in touch with their feelings.

Batterer, he observes that there are few male models for grieving, and he emphasizes that "men in particular seem incapable of grieving and mourning on an individual basis.

Until black people, and our allies in love and struggle, become militant about how we are represented on television, in movies, and in books, we will not see imaginative work that offers images of black characters who love. If love is not present in our imaginations, it will not be there in our lives.

When anyone thinks a woman who serves gives 'cause that's what mothers or real women do, they deny her full humanity and thus fail to see the generosity inherent in her acts.

There is only one emotion that patriarchy values when expressed by men; that emotion is anger. Real men get mad.