Quotes About Femininity

I grew up accepting the inevitability that once you became a woman, you were always on a diet. Being a woman equaled loss.

Disappointment is a beautiful woman reading Ayn Rand.

Frédéric Bazille, Young Woman with Peonies.

No, no," he said. "She can't raise it at all. She may only clap. Women must be very careful of their voices. If

her hair tied up in an elaborate lace rigolette

Even the genteel ladies in the high stands opened their delicate throats and pierced the sky with their soprano squealing.

The most popular image of the female despite the exigencies of the clothing trade is all boobs and buttocks, a hallucinating sequence of parabolae and bulges.

All societies on the verge of death are masculine. A society can survive with only one man; no society will survive a shortage of women.

Older women can afford to agree that femininity is a charade, a matter of colored hair, ecru lace and whalebones, the kind of slap and tat that transvestites are in love with, and no more.

Female is real, and it's sex, and femininity is unreal, and it's gender.

The vagina is obliterated from the imagery of femininity in the same way that the signs of independence and vigor in the rest of her body are suppressed.

Thirty years on, femininity is still compulsory for women—and has become an option for men—while genuine femaleness remains grotesque to the point of obscenity. Meanwhile, the price of the small advances we have made towards sexual equality has been the denial of femaleness as any kind of a distinguishing character.

In the popular imagination hairiness is like furriness, an index of bestiality, and as such an indication of aggressive sexuality. Men cultivate it, just as they are encouraged to develop competitive and aggressive instincts, women suppress it, just as they suppress all the aspects of their vigour and libido.

Female castration results in concentration of her feelings upon her male companion, and her impotence in confrontations with her own kind. Because all her love is guided by the search for security, if not for her offspring then for her crippled and fearful self, she cannot expect to find it in her own kind, whom she knows to be weak and unsuitable.

On ladies' nights they watch frozen-faced while their men embrace and fool about commenting to each other that they are all overgrown boys. Of the love of fellows they know nothing. They cannot love each other in this easy, innocent, spontaneous way because they cannot love themselves.

Stupid people sometimes complain that there is no sex in Austen's novels. In fact, they are driven by the oceanic force of suppressed female desire, which dwarfs any opportunity for enactment. Actual sexual intercourse is the off-stage climax of the Austen novel. The possibility that defloration may be an anti-climax is to be found in the tingling ironies that cling to every word that Austen writes.

Feeling dissatisfied with yourself, how you look, the person you are, or how you feel is an almost universal female experience within our culture. Even when we outwardly reject the cultural mores, many of us are still left with internalised feelings of inadequacy, of not quite 'measuring up'. Women, in particular, are encouraged to focus on their appearance and body shape—hence the success of special diets, low-fat foods, slimming aids and cosmetic surgery.

out of darkness i come, a woman. and on i go and on.

The realisation that there is no right on the part of the woman to a child, but only the right of the child to a mother, corresponds to the acceptance of another fact that becomes evident for women today, namely, that there is in the world no woman's right, so called, to a profession or vocation; but the world has a child's right to the woman.

A beautiful woman without a mind of her own leaves her lover with no resource after he had physically enjoyed her charms.

gli uomini cercano le brave ragazze che facciano le cattive solo per loro; le donne cercano i cattivi ragazzi che facciano i bravi soltanto per loro. Io i cattivi ragazzi, i presunti duri, li ho sempre trovati noiosi e patetici.

Femininity unfolds naturally, whereas masculinity must be achieved; and here is where the male ritual cult steps in.

I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they are the first to be rescued off of sinking ships.

Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.