Quotes About Objectification

Women are to be valued for so much more than their sexuality. We aren't merely objects of desire.

I look at you. I know what you are. You are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. A woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him.

I wanted to free myself from that montage of speed, guns, torture, rape, orgy and consumer packaging which constitutes the vision of sex in America.

Deification dehumanizes women as much as its polar opposite, demonization. Both deny women their ordinary humanity.

He often has difficulty conceiving of her as a human being. This tendency in abusers is known as objectification or depersonalization.

Objectification is a critical reason why an abuser tends to get worse over time. As his conscience adapts to one level of cruelty—or violence—he builds to the next.

I could scream abuse at him all day long; he wouldn't mind at all. It's me he wants, my look, my outside; not my emotions or my mind or my soul or even my body. Not anything human.

In this dirty-minded world you are either somebody's wife or somebody's whore, or fast on your way to becoming one or the other.

So tired of sex-obsessed men. Fed up of being asked my bra size before they've asked me my name. What is wrong with men today???

Guys treat females like trophies. They will train, prepare, and leap to get them. Gloat when they first receive them. Then don't even dust them off, while they sit on the shelf.

The thing is, I don't think my husband expected me to be able to talk. I don't blame him for this exactly, since he had known me only as a statue, pure and beautiful and yielding to his art. Naturally, when he wished me to live, that's what he wanted still, only warm so that he might fuck me.

If Rabbit knew a way to clone an adult sized vagina, Rabbit would clone it, have sex with it, then clone an arm to the side of that vagina so he could carry it with him everywhere he went like a big, fuzzy key chain.

I am determined and ready to be a commodity that fulfills everyone's fantasies.

I don't like the eyes. You get so tired, don't you? Of being looked at. Maybe some women feel flattered, but I've always felt the moment a man's eyes settle on me, he's halfway to feeling he can do anything.

All men are rapists, and that's all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, their codes.

A slut is like the first piece of bread in a loaf, everyone touches it, but nobody wants it.

A woman reading Playboy feels a little like a Jew reading a Nazi manual.

The working men, I'll go by and they'll whistle. At first they whistle because they think, 'Oh, it's a girl. She's got blond hair and she's not out of shape ' and then they say, 'Gosh, it's Marilyn Monroe!'

Some people have been unkind. If I say I want to grow as an actress, they look at my figure. If I say I want to develop, to learn my craft, they laugh. Somehow they don't expect me to be serious about my work.

A sex symbol becomes a thing. I hate being a thing.

People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of mirror instead of a person. They didn't see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts, then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.

After several minutes of utterly dull conversation I began to think of her not as a woman but as a human, then not as a human but as an animal, then not as an animal but as a source of high-grade protein.

In the 21st century men's tits have not just rivalled but replaced women's as the touchstone of 'sexy' in mainstream pop culture, even when the audience for them is other men.

It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.