Quotes About Stereotypes

I was pretty certain that the man in the seat across the aisle was a smoker—he looked suitably out of sorts—and even more sure that the young man ahead of me must be. I have yet to meet a grown-up reader of comic books who does not also have an affection for tobacco and tattoos.

It had never once occurred to me in thirty-six years of living that anyone listened to Mexican music for pleasure. Yet here there were a dozen stations blaring it out. After each song, a disc jockey would come on and jabber for a minute or two in Spanish in the tone of a man who has just had his nuts slammed in a drawer.

don't know whether the people in these towns pronounce them that way because they are backward, undereducated shitkickers who don't know any better or whether they know better but don't care that everybody thinks they are backward undereducated shitkickers.

I had no idea that the Scottish so loathed the English that their favorite team in the world is whichever one is presently playing England.

The few surviving photographs of Childe certainly confirm that he was no beauty—he was skinny and chinless, with squinting eyes behind owlish spectacles, and a mustache that looked as if it might at any moment stir to life and crawl away—but whatever unkind things people might say about the outside of his head, the inside was a place of golden splendor.

It is perhaps dangerous to conclude too much about the character and intentions of a nation based on the snacks menu in a railway carriage, but I couldn't help wonder if Scottish nationalism hasn't gone a little too far now. I mean, these poor people are denying themselves simple comforts like KitKats and Cornish pasties and instead are eating neeps and foot medication on grounds of patriotism. Seems a bit unnecessary to me.

stripped to the waist; their two fingers jabbing the air; the vicious expressions on their faces as they hurled back the objects that had been thrown at them. Italians behaving like hooligans?

New Rule: Designers of women's Halloween costumes must admit that they're not even trying. They just choose a random profession, like nurse or referee, and put the word sexy in front of it, thereby perpetuating the idea of Halloween as a day when normally shy women release their inner sluts and parade around like vixens, and I just completely forgot what I was complaining about.

this was one of those rare "Wow, maybe these black guys aren't all on drugs; they actually seem like normal people" moments that the NBA needed so desperately in order to connect with secretly-still-a-little-racist America

Then she says, You don't read women authors do ya? At least that's what I think I hear her say. Well, I said, how would you know and what would it matter anyway. Well, she says you just don't seem like you do. I said you're way wrong. She says which ones have you read then. I say I've read Erica Jong.

Let's face it—you don't find many Indian or Jewish cliques in prison (mostly because we're all in medical school. Haha).

Sería concebible para un jurado inglés que pudiera existir un negro que no robara ni mintiera? ¿Un negro que fuera una persona respetable? No parecía probable.

How many girls do you think a seventeen-year-old boy would have to screw to earn the label compulsively promiscuous? Three? No, not enough. Six? Doubtful. Ten? That sounds more likely. Probably in the fifteen-to-twenty range, would be my guess--if they ever put that label on boys, which I don't recall their doing. And for seventeen-year-old, how many boys?

How many girls do you think a seventeen-year-old boy would have to screw to earn the label compulsively promiscuous? Three? No, not enough. Six? Doubtful. Ten? That sounds more likely. Probably in the fifteen-to-twenty range, would be my guess--if they ever put that label on boys, which I don't recall their doing. And for seventeen-year-old girls, how many boys?

Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?

I didn't know shorthand either. This meant I couldn't get a good job after college. My mother kept telling me nobody wanted a plain English major. But an English major who knew shorthand would be something else again. Everybody would want her. She would be in demand among all the up-and-coming young men and she would transcribe letter after thrilling letter. The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters.

But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of the soul, body and pride of man?

Anonymous young men with all-American bone structures.

Whenever I thought about men and men, and women and women, I could never really imagine what they would actually be doing.

In Chicago, people would take me for what I was.

He was always saying how his mother said, "What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,' and, 'What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from," until it made me tired.

Bir kad?n?n bir tek temiz yaÅŸant?s? olmas? gerektiÄŸi, oysa bir erkeÄŸin biri temiz, öteki temiz olmayan iki tane yaÅŸant?s? olabileceÄŸi düÅŸüncesi çileden ç?kar?yordu beni.

I couldn't stand the idea of women having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.

I say to you, daughter, reconsider your glorious resolve, for surely the role of a woman is to give birth, not to throw bombs.