Quotes About Stereotypes

He laughed till he cried, and I had to draw down the blinds lest anyone should see us and misjudge; and then he cried, till he laughed again; and laughed and cried together, just as a woman does.

The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist.

everybody is busy trying to pretend boys and girls are exactly the same nowadays, but that isn't how I see it. If it makes you feel better, I'll share everything I know with

slightly overweight, older than the typical groupie and definitely on the frumpy side. All of which

The Smiths are singing and someone says Turn that gay angst music off.

Women aren't very bright, Rip says. Studies have been done.

There are no girls with good personalities," we all say in unison, laughing, giving each other high-five.

the sweet and smiley and sexually unthreatening elf with liberal values and a positive attitude is supposed to transform everyone into noble gay-loving protectors—again, as long as the gay in question toes the party line, isn't messy or too sexual, negative or angry and offers no contradictions and is certainly not conservative or Christian.

The halls are full of kids, scrawny ones and fat ones, cool ones and uncool ones, freaks and jocks, cheerleaders and dogs, burnouts and nerds. It's like Berlin, divided, except there are more walls in this city, and they're better guarded.

The pseudoheterosexual interpretation of animal behavior offers striking parallels to stereotypical views about human homosexuality. Scientific puzzlement over assigning animals male or female roles echoes the refrain often heard by gay and lesbian people, who are frequently asked, Which one plays the man (or woman)? The assumption is that homosexual relationships must be modeled after heterosexual ones - a view that is as narrow a conception of human relationships as it is of animal sexuality.

But I started to realize that it doesn't begin like this, that anybody can be the target for prejudice, all you have to be is too something . Too short, too fat, too clever, too big, too small, too slow, too new, too different from what others think of as normal.

Me working and you laying around. All the neighbors think I am supporting you. Hell, I worked and you laid around. That's different. You're a man, I'm a woman. Oh, I didn't know that. I thought you bitches were always screaming for equal rights?

society dictated foolish amounts of discretion in response to bad behavior, especially for women.

American feminism has a man problem. The beaming Betty Crockers, hangdog dowdies, and parochial prudes who call themselves feminists want men to be like women. They fear and despise the masculine. The academic feminists think their nerdy bookworm husbands are the ideal model of human manhood. But

If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn't want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.

Candace Bushnell

Just because someone is a girl doesn't mean she can't be tough and practical and have adventures. That's the way most girls are-until they get around guys. Then guys make them act all stupid.

Everyone assumed that if you were beautiful, things just fell in your lap?

People are always telling women to lose weight, and then when they do, other women attack them for it.

The one thing you have to remember about labels is that they only matter if you let them stick.

The idea, so current in our time, that Southern California is peopled by idlers, oldsters, playboys, and crackpots.

Montana turned out to be better than he had expected, wide-open and friendly, with a few exceptions. A desk clerk at the motel in Missoula shot him a hard look when she saw the name on the credit card. Being a Garcia from Miami wasn't easy these days. Some people automatically assumed you had six kilos in the trunk and a loaded Uzi under the front seat.

New Yorkers," said Jim Tile, "think they've cornered the market on psychopaths. They don't know Florida.

Spending time with Benny the Blister had shaken Buck Nance's confidence in the superiority of the white male. He and his brothers had clung to such views since their Romberg youth, warped by their father's fulminations. While redneck stardom had exposed Buck to many white fans who were poor advertisements for a master race, Blister stood out as one of the worst specimens he'd ever met: stupid, reckless, dirty, and delusional. And that's when he was stone sober.