Quotes About Stereotypes

A North Carolina journalist neatly summed up the identity confusion: "If you think you're a redneck, you think you're hardworking, fun-loving, and independent. If you don't think you're a redneck, you think they're loud, obnoxious, bigoted, and shallow.

At all times, white trash remind us of one of the American nation's uncomfortable truths: the poor are always with us. A preoccupation with penalizing poor whites reveals an uneasy tension between what Americans are taught to think the country promises—the dream of upward mobility—and the less appealing truth that class barriers almost invariably make that dream unobtainable.

Easy is an adjective used to describe a woman who has the sexual morals of a man.

To some "housewife" has become a dirty word.

To be a man, apparently, was to lack the ability to be a woman.

Men expected idiotic chatter from pretty women, so she had incorporated it into her routine.

Trevor was young, at least five years younger than she was. Between an older man and a younger woman, this would seem like nothing, but it was different this way around. She didn't kid herself. She knew what men were like. They'd go to bed with almost anyone female.

The success of a man who dress slow like a woman is narrow.

Gender is a shell game. What is a man? Whatever a woman isn't. What is a woman? Whatever a man is not. Tap on it and it's hollow. Look under the shells: it's not there.

That is how a man speaks. And that is why.

You can't put anyone into a box. Listen, even a stone isn't the same as any other stone, so I don't know where you all think you get off labelling humans with simple words and thinking you know everything you need. But most people can't live that way, even some of the time.

Gender is a shell game. What is a man? Whatever a woman isn't. What is a woman? Whatever a man is not. Tap on it and it's hollow. Look under the shells: it's not there. Senkit nem lehet berakni egy dobozba. Ide hallgass, még egy k? sem ugyanaz, mint bármely másik k?, egyszóval nem is értem, milyen alapon címkéztek fel emberi lényeket üres szavakkal, és hiszitek azt, hogy mindent tudtok.

You can't put anyone into a box. Listen, even a stone isn't the same as any other stone, so I don't know where you all think you get off labeling humans with simple words and thinking you know everything you need.

It could be verified that no princess was ever asked whether she wanted to be rescued and carried off by a dragon-slayer to a fate (no doubt) worse than death.

In the secular world, it was impossible to find a man who had not been infected by the worst accomplishments of feminism: the idea that women should be treated as men not only in their paychecks but also in their physical strength. Yes, she could open her own door, carry her own packages, lift heavy objects. But what woman wanted to be treated like that, unless you were a brainwashed Soviet comrade?

Text after text, scholars never tired of trying to compensate for sentencing women to eternal drudgery, which they themselves abhorred, by dreaming up fancy ways of labeling it, easing their consciences and allowing them to view their self-serving little world of men-gods as a fair, nay noble, thing.

You won't find me in a romantic comedy. Those movies don't speak to me. People don't come to talk to me about those scripts, because they probably think I'm this dark, twisted, miserable person.

No matter what a woman's appearance may be, it will be used to undermine what she is saying and taken to individualize - as her personal problem - observations she makes about the beauty myth in society.

Women who love themselves are threatening; but men who love real women, more so.

A cultural fixation on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty but an obsession about female obedience.

The Victorian woman became her ovaries, as today's woman has become her "beauty.

Women are nothing but machines for producing children.

We, the women, who rule thatif you make a scholar out of your wife, you will need another wife to do the daily chores.

We may love men and we may live with men, but some of them have said stupendously inaccurate things about us, our bodies, and our psyches.