Quotes About Men

Some men, certainly, have used the beauty myth abusively against women, the way some men use their fists; but there is a strong consciousness among both sexes that the real agents enforcing the myth today are not men as individual lovers or husbands, but institutions, that depend on male dominance.

The inversion of female sexuality keeps women from being in control of their own sexual experience. One trouble with soft-core sexual imagery aimed at young men is that the women photographed are not actually responding sexually to anything: young men grow up trained to eroticize images that teach them nothing about female desire. Nor are young women taught to eroticize female desire. Both men and women, then, tend to eroticize only the woman's body and the man's desire.

they keep women consuming their advertisers products in pursuit of the total personal transformation in status that the consumer society offers men in the form of money.

Beauty" today is what the female orgasm used to be: something given to women by men, if they submitted to their feminine role and were lucky.

Men are only in sexual competition when they are competing sexually, but the myth puts women in "sexual" competition in every situation. Competition for a specific sexual partner is rare; since it is not usually a competition "for men," it is not biologically inevitable.

Some men know that they are being influenced by the women of their choice—their wives, sweethearts, mothers, or sisters—but they tactfully refrain from rebelling against the influence because they are intelligent enough to know that no man is happy or complete without the modifying influence of the right woman. The man who does not recognize this important truth deprives himself of the power which has done more to help men achieve success than all other forces combined.

Gravettian men stood on average six feet tall. When agriculture arrived in Europe some eight thousand years ago, people experienced a tremendous drop in stature. Men lost eight inches of height. The drop was likely the result of Europeans switching to a grain-rich diet much lower in protein.

anyhow, as I was saying, if you ever have a daughter, you'll begin, without realizing it, to divide men into two camps: those you suspect are sleeping with her and those you don't. Whoever says that's not true is lying through his teeth.

A férfi olyan hamar felmelegszik, mint a villanykörte: egy pillanat alatt t?zbe jön, s ugyanilyen hamar ki is h?l. Ellenben a nÅ' - s ez tudományosan bizonyított tény - úgy melegszik fel, mint a vasaló. Lassan, fokozatosan forr fel, mint a jó húsleves. De ha egyszer átforrósodott, nincs, aki leh?tse.

und bekanntlich sind wir Männer das verlorene Glied zwischen dem Piraten und dem Schwein.

Men? Who knows. Nature is a mother, though a cruel one, and she leaves them silly at birth. But some of them aren't that bad.

Por qué son tan bobos a veces? —preguntó Bea. —¿Los hombres? Quién sabe. A lo mejor es porque la naturaleza es madre, aunque cruel, y los atonta de nacimiento. Pero algunos no están tan mal. —Eso

I live surrounded by men, and for a long time I've known that most of them are immune to logic. The only thing they learn about, and not all of them do, is the law of gravity. Until they fall flat on their faces, they don't wake up.

By then I had begun to understand that my father was ashamed that others might think him ignorant, a residue from a war which, like all wars, was fought in the name of God and country to make a few men, who were already far too powerful when they started it, even more powerful. The Angel's Game

If you ever have a daughter—a blessing I wouldn't wish on anyone, because it's Murphy's Law that sooner or later she will break your heart—anyhow, as I was saying, if you ever have a daughter, you'll begin, without realizing it, to divide men into two camps: those you suspect are sleeping with her and those you don't. Whoever says that's not true is lying through his teeth.

It's hard to say whether she's comfortable with her blend of distortion and omission, its willfulness, in fact; but she is accustomed to it. And it's occurred to her that there are millions, billions, of other men and women in the world who wake up early in their separate beds, greedy for the substance of their own lives, but obliged every day to reinvent themselves.

Consider the famous syllogism "All men are mortal; Socrates is a man; therefore Socrates is mortal." So far, so good. But just because all men are mortal, it does not follow that all mortals are men, and it certainly does not follow that all men are Socrates.

Men are so frustrating; sometimes I think they really do come from Mars. That's the planet where they take boy babies' souls at birth to raise them with no feminine influence of any kind. They use John Wayne as the primary role model and make them mean and tough. Then they return their souls to them when they start puberty. That's why they are so obsessed with the female species at that time. After all, they've been living on Mars, where no such things exist.

No, no!" Nancy cried out. She then gave a quick but complete resume of what had taken place at the Tophams' cottage. Jeff Tucker added his account. Nancy reported what had taken place at the Tophams' cottage The police officer needed no further urging. Immediately he summoned four men and issued orders.

I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? ...They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax. Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.

The mutual distrust between the men who were just awakened and those who were ending a long night gave everyone a feeling of estrangement.

I don't know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they're just closet pyromaniacs.

Relationships between men and women are only about sex. The rest of the sh*t is incidental.

The note, which had been written on one of the pads I kept around for grocery lists, said, My lover, I came in too close to dawn to wake you, though I was tempted. Your house is full of strange men. A fairy upstairs and a little child downstairs- but as long as there's not one in my lady's chamber, I can stand it.