Quotes About Stereotypes

Norma, 1930s. "Whores make good wives, but madams don't. When you're making money in a whorehouse, that makes you independent and hard to get along with as a wife in the first place.

And what is it with these fucking people and teenage virgins anyway? Have they ever actually shagged one? I have, more than once, and none of the encounters would appear on my list of sexual highlights.

Men are strange. It's almost unexpected to find they speak English.

Millions of people around the world learned to speak English as a second or third language, or sixth, and fluently. He'd always thought they envied his country, maybe wanted to live there, but now he wondered if they just liked English-language movies and TV shows. And maybe, just maybe, they learned English because most English speakers were too lazy or arrogant to become proficient in other languages.

I find very often that very ugly women have really handsome men and vice versa because they don't have any competition. Sometimes handsome men have avoided me.

American men, as a group, seem to be interested in only two things, money and breasts. It seems a very narrow outlook.

I think women are concerned too much with their clothes. Men don't really care that much about women's clothes. If they like a girl, chances are they'll like her clothes.

It has seemed to me that, unless our poetry conforms to some stereotypical notion of Native American history and culture in the past tense or unless it depicts spiritual relationship to the natural world of animals and plants and landscape, it goes unrecognized. We do and we do not write of treaties, battles, and drums. We do and we do not write about eagles, spirits, and canyons. Native poetry may be those things, but it is not only those things.

In adopting blackface, Jolson, as one of those new immigrants, not only traded on a form that had grown in popularity during the nineteenth century, he also found the perfect means of becoming white.

Why does women's underwear have lace and flowers all over it? You never see men's underwear with a big wrench in the middle of it.

I can't believe we still have the Miss America pageant. This is America! Where we're not supposed to judge people based on how they look; we're supposed to judge people based on how much money they make.

People who generalise about people are dismissed as superficial. It's only when you've known large numbers of people that you can spot the unusual ones—when you look at each one as if you'd never seen one before, they all look alike.

It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy" and banging your head against a tree.

to "have ideas" (tener ideas), thinking for oneself being considered doubly reprehensible in women.

If you can forget the stultifying concept that there are appropriate years for certain endeavors (like getting married) and appropriate days for being gay and merry (like Saturday nights) and use these times without embarrassment or self-pity to do something creative and constructive, I believe half your single girl battle is over.

he never crossed any lines. He was a subtle and old-fashioned sexist; he didn't know how to take women seriously but they continued to delight him. And

It is deeply conservative to suggest that any sufficiently difficult woman from history -- say, one who rebelled against the constraints of femininity by dressing and acting in a masculine way -- must have been a man.

I like driving cab. Receptionists, sales clerks, waitresses -- they all have to look pleasant all the time. I can snarl if I want. There ain't too many women who can do that. Maybe garment workers are allowed to snarl at their sewing machines. But women mostly have to look pleasant when they're fucking miserable, and smile when they're angry.

Ever since Eve started it all by offering Adam the apple, woman's punishment has been to supply a man with food then suffer the consequences when it disagrees with him.

Just as London is not really England, Copenhagen is not, I am reliably informed, 'the real Denmark'.

It's as if the media is saying to teenage girls, "Remember all those kid TV shows you used to watch that told you you could be any way you want to be and become anything you want to become? We were just kidding. You can be a lawyer, a scientist, or whatever, but what's most important is that you look gorgeous, act simpering, and fall in love with a confident, good-looking hunk." A

One of these days I'm going to write a book about living in New York—in a sixteen-story apartment house complete with families, bachelors, career girls, a ninety-year-old Village Idiot and a doorman who can tell you the name and apartment number of every one of the twenty-seven resident dogs. I am so tired of being told what a terrible place New York is to live in by people who don't live there.

And I'll bet you," I said to Patsy, "that men who've never had any trouble at all saying 'charwoman' or 'cleaningwoman' will find it absolutely impossible to say 'clergywoman'.

The lines between being assertive or being aggressive, taking charge or being overly ambitious, and being nice or being ineffective are so blurred (by both sexes) that hitting the right note can feel impossible. In