Quotes About Objectification

Being frozen into the passive position of an object whose very existence depends on the eye of its beholder turn the educated modern Western women into a harem slave.

I cried myself to sleep wishing I was ugly because men leered and disrespected me.

For me, it's very offensive when I notice that it's all about my appearance, how I look, that a man doesn't care who I am.

Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.

They're all tossers, aren't they, men like Martin. They think women are like fucking laptops or whatever, like, my old one's knackered and anyway, you can get ones that are slimmer and do more stuff now.

Ntozake Shange tells us it's not so good to be born a girl . She does not object to being born a girl. She objects to what it means when you are born a girl. She objects to the way that girls are treated. She objects to the way that our dreams are stifled. She objects to the way that we are not taken seriously, we are there as some sort of plaything

What did she look like?" "Thin. Pretty. Big tits. Your basic nightmare.

Men didn't respect beauty...they used it.

No, whether a woman is a concubine to fuck or a damsel to redeem, she's always just some passive object to fulfill a man's purpose.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.

This is just what human beings do-turn objects into people, people into objects. Back and forth.

Since the dawn of films when young women had been tied to railroad tracks and tied to logs sent into hug sawmill blades, Hollywood ha never lacked new ways to take pretty girls apart.

These chicken chokers. Didn't bother to read any feminist theory beyond that outdated Andrea Dworkin tripe. Nothing sex-positive. Nothing along the lines of Naomi Wolf. I come, therefore I am… No, whether a woman is a concubine to fuck or a damsel to redeem, she's always just some passive object to fulfill a man's purpose.

Want to talk third-wave feminism, you could cite Ariel Levy and the idea that women have internalized male oppression. Going to spring break at Fort Lauderdale, getting drunk, and flashing your breasts isn't an act of personal empowerment. It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to even know she's in distress.

Men always want to put us in boxes," Miranda says finally. "They want to keep us there, out of sight, out of mind. Make our limbs weak so we can't fight back. They would very much prefer us to be props—a rack, perhaps, to hold up their hats, a shelf to display their trophies.

She didn't get a chance to demonstrate any of her skills—the man was just fucking her mouth, plain and simple.

In America the quirk was that people were things. Best to cut your losses on an old man who won't survive a trip across the ocean. A young buck from strong tribal stock got customers into a froth. A slave girl squeezing out pups was like a mint, money that bred money. If you were a thing—a cart or a horse or a slave—your value determined your possibilities.

In America the quirk was that people were things.

In America the quirk was that people were things. Best to cut your losses on an old man who won't survive a trip across the ocean. A young buck from strong tribal stock got customers into a froth. A slave girl squeezing out pups was like a mint, money that bred money. If you were a thing—a cart or a horse or a slave—your value determined your possibilities. She minded her place.

One reason these and other average guys vie for the attention of paid hot girls is their skewed view of average women. "So-called normal girls are boring," said one john, "but I'll sport fuck them if only for the count." On

In a world ordered by sexual imbalance, pleasure in looking has been split between active/male and passive/female. The determining male gaze projects its fantasy onto the female figure, which is styled accordingly.

To name is to dominate, to categorize, to subjugate and, quite literally, to objectify

the sense of being dehumanised, reduced to little more than an extension of your equipment and weaponry, the constant feeling of being used as an object, manipulated by blind, invisible hands, controlled by a force that was either malignant or stupid, the sense of being exhausted in a metaphorical and quite often literal darkness, of being exhausted, frightened, sick, sometimes so weary that you slept while on your feet like a horse. And ignorance, stupefying, brutalising ignorance.

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