Quotes About Norms

I think people should feel less restricted by the perimeters of things like 'menswear' and 'womenswear.' It's not something that I really give much credence to when I'm buying clothes. I buy mostly ladies clothes. I think to be yourself, first and foremost, that's the easiest way to think about it.

I can't imagine living in a time where us women had to dress like 'ladies' because that is what was expected of us.

I don't think I could keep my position as a well-standing man in the world if I thought there were roles for men and women.

Is it that the women are to blame; or is it the artificial system of things, under which the normal sex-impulses are turned into devilish domestic gins and springes to noose and hold back those who want to progress?

Nowhere in the world do you find this evenness that people use as a norm. And I find it fascinating that they will hold up as a norm something that has never been seen on this planet, and regard as an anomaly something that is seen in country after country.

a brazen disdain for scholarly norms and the actual facts. But it makes a certain kind of sense: you have to tell lots of little lies to promote one big lie.

Christian nationalism pretends to work toward the revival of "traditional values" yet its values contradict the long-established principles and norms of our democracy.

In any free society, the conflict between social conformity and individual liberty is permanent, unresolvable, and necessary.

Having challenged an earlier regime of female respectability and moralism, advertisers came to advance what would become key tenets of normative femininity in the twentieth century. Ironically, a period that began with cosmetics signaling women's freedom and individuality ended in binding feminine identity to manufactured beauty, self-portrayal to acts of consumption.

If marriage can be redefined so that it no longer means a man and a woman but two men or two women, why stop there? Why not allow three men or a woman and two men to constitute a marriage?

Growing up, women were not the mystery—I knew how they worked, or thought I did. Men were the mystery, obscure in their violences and their lusts and their ability to catch. Yet for many years I didn't try to conform to "straight-acting" norms. I didn't think I could—and perhaps achieved an integrity in that surrender. Ironically,

That's the problem with civilization. Folks think someone else got to make up their rituals for 'em.

That a society controls, to a greater or lesser extent, the behavior of its members is a universal but the methods, the particulars of that control, vary from one culture to another.

How far should one accept the rules of the society in which one lives To put it another way: at what point does conformity become corruption Only by answering such questions does the conscience truly define itself.

To think otherwise than our contemporaries think is somehow illegitimate and disturbing; it is even indecent, morbid or blasphemous, and therefore socially dangerous for the individual. He is stupidly swimming against the social current.

Women with money and women in power are two uncomfortable ideas in our society.

I just want to know who made the rule that you had to stop having fun once you got married.

Some people did what their neighbors did so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.

Meetings run best when there are clear rules or norms to follow. These are sometimes difficult to set at the start of the meeting. People may feel reluctant to speak up and suggest rules or there may be pressure to start discussing the agenda items.

Bueno, hay un par de homosexuales; pero eso son anormales normales.

On this planet . . . many things are 'the rule' which are thoroughly evil and pernicious.

Las convenciones siempre nos imponen su locura en los momentos menos apropiados.

La sociedad inventa una lógica falsa y retorcida para absorber y canalizar el comportamiento de la gente cuyo comportamiento está fuera de los cánones mayoritarios.

They were dressed in black, silent, and dry-eyed, as befits the norms of sadness in a country accustomed to the dignity of grief