Quotes About Stereotypes

For the most part we don't realise how fixed are our judgements of others, how founded they are in first impressions and the smallest evidences we seize on to prove to ourselves that, see, we were right.

Why do foreigners always ask about clothing?" one woman doctor asked. "Why does it matter so much what we wear? Of all the issues in the world, is that really so important?" Another said: "You think we're victims, because we cover our hair and wear modest clothing. But we think that it's Western women who are repressed, because they have to show their bodies—even go through surgery to change their bodies—to please men.

There is something about African time that even the Swiss find a challenge.

I'm overreacting, probably," Sophie says. "I just get a little bored with the abused-women-equals-art thing. It just all seems a bit eighties to me. Do you know what I mean?

People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions

Reading about Japan in the West is often like looking at a funhouse mirror through a kaleidoscope.

Everybody hated the Chinese, and the Chinese, ever willing to oblige, reciprocated.

We inhabit a world in which we tend to put labels on each other and expect that we will then march through life wearing them like permanent sandwich boards.

Self-consciousness, the curse of Western womanhood.

Most women learned very young to play the roles expected of them. Girls' games were built on the notion: play Mom, play nurse, play teacher. They played and played and played until they learned to inhabit the roles.

Can you imagine a world without men? There'd be no crime, and lots of fat happy women.

Lewis actually does make a hot girl.

Anthropology largely neglects the individual to deal in generalizations. Generalizations always tell a little lie in the service of a greater truth.

Well let's face it, who on earth besides antique dealers and gay couples actually still give dinner parties?

Choose whatever box you like, Mike. Just don't put me in one, son. Believe me, I won't fit.

I confess I don't understand why it's so arranged that women grab us by the nose as deftly as if it were a teapot handle. Either their hands are made for it, or our noses are no longer good for anything.

These inbred pinheads are the only people you could find in the world to agree with your philosophies. (In reference to Wally George's largely redneck audience.)

The whole point about 'romance' is that the woman is somehow always smaller, more diminutive in a cute sort of way, while the man is adult.

E]ven today, when confident and self-affirmative lesbian identities have emerged and are available to women, images of `lesbianism' are still regularly appropriated by a male heterosexual pornographic imagination which cannot accept that this is one party to which men are not invited and at which their presence is not necessary.

This entire system functions on the assumption that women do housework for love .

Boys are not supposed to cry. Because when they do, things get worse. Then suddenly you have two problems. You have whatever it was that made you cry in the first place, and then you also have the problem that you are a boy crying. And someone is bound to let you know this is worse. So now you have two problems.

I have no idea why it apparently takes three grown men to cook some hamburgers. One to cook, one to kibbitz, and one to insult the other two.

The basic beer ad: big-breasted babes in bikinis. Beer won't get you babes. But if you drink enough, you think they're babes, and if you drink more, you can grow your own breasts.

But you know, my dad called me the laziest white kid he ever met. When I screamed back at him that he was putting down a race of people to call me lazy, his answer was that's not what he was doing, and that I was also the dumbest white kid he ever met.