Quotes About Slut

Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia. 'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.' 'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.

Now get back to your room - if you can manage it without throwing yourself at someone else." "Is that your subtle way of calling me a slut?

The twin pillars of outrage journalism: slut shaming and victim blaming.

Ah, the twin pillars of outrage journalism: slut shaming and victim blaming.

Elisa was right about her brother , I think, having enough experience to recognize when a boy's flirtation skills are set to automatic pilot. Leonardo isn't homing in on me with any kind of special interest, he's just having fun with the girl he happens to be sitting next to at the moment. Leonardo is a big slut. But I rather like it.

the purpose of the word "slut" is: controlling women through shame and humiliation. Women's bodies are always the ones that are being vied over for control—whether it's rape, reproductive rights, or violence against women, it's our bodies that are the battleground, not men's.

I'm a wild girl from a cursed line of women. I paw at the ground and run under the moon. I like the feel of my own body. I'm not a slut or a nympho or someone who's just asking for it. And if I talk too loud it's just that I'm trying to be heard.

To be an ethical slut you need to have very good boundaries that are clear, strong, flexible, and, above all, conscious.

In the evening we are taken to see Rain. I discover Joan Crawford. I think you told me you loved her. So do I. Her face haunts me. The dream-like exaggeration of features, the big mouth, the mouth. The story is ridiculous. The French are jeering. Absolutely jeering and there is almost a scene. The Americans are weeping. Joan Crawford as slut and as angel . . . magnificent.

Men don't like to think about makeup, they like to think everything about you is genuine. Unless of course they want to think you're a slut and everything about you is fake.

This conversation - Dez rapped her knuckles against the Formica table- is over. Be careful, Dez, Jimmy stated earnestly. And don't sleep with him the first night, Vinny warned. We know what a slut you can be. Dez turned to Sal. Do you have anything to add to this bullshit? Yeah. Sal looked down from the ceiling he'd been staring at. Based on the structure of this building, if we removed that pillar back there, we could take out this whole block. Dez sighed.

I think that may be the first time since you hit puberty you've let a beautiful woman get away unmolested. (Cruel) Yeah, well, Lila's a ubiquitous slut. Someone should paint an X on her back and mark it 'This side down.' (Callien)

I hope you don't mind tea in mugs,' she said, coming in with a tray. 'I told you I was a slut.

Oh, God, yes! You'd hate sharing a kitchen with me. I'm such a slut,' she said, almost proudly.

I swear, Santiago! You are an idiot!" "I'm only trying to help you along. The guy is all over you and you need to let him know your're interested before some other biker slut, such as yourself, snaps him up with a well-timed blow job.

Oh, no. This has marriage written all over it. Travis, read my lips: remember that Fellini film with the prostitute who says that every new sunrise makes her a virgin? It doesn't work that way with me. Even the sun thinks I'm a slut.

You stole him with your advanced American slut technology! You're not nice!

It was the very worst kind of Banbury-Road house, depressing, with laurels. The front door was opened by a slut. I had never seen a slut before but recognized the genus without difficulty as soon as I set eyes on this one.

UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for "Use The Source, Luke.

I'm in love with an idiot." The dog turned his head to the side. "Just wait until he figures out I shut him out of his slut hut.

She thought it over, but couldn't see any immediate loopholes other than the threat of her inner slut emerging, and she could darned well control that little bitch.

Not like Peabody and her sexual fantasies. I mean, Jesus." "Why that slut. I thought I was her sexual fantasy." Relieved with how he'd played it, she gave him a bland stare as they stepped into the bedroom. "You lead the charge, but apparently Peabody's got the capacity for lots of fantasy partners. Probably all at the same time." "Hmm. Interesting.

Let me get this straight. You and I are in the Brotherhood's mobile surgical van, on our way to the training center because you were shot and now have a tube in your head to reduce brain swelling...and you're coming on to me? My gray matter isn't the only thing getting bigger. You're like the indestructible slut, aren't you. You know, to most people, slut is an insult. He tried to lift his had to make the point. And failed. I personally take it as a compliment. Shows commitment to my work.

I am a romance slut, and there's nothing I can do about it. If a guy does or says something romantic, I'm all Oh, please excuse me, kind sir, let me dial down my IQ and oh, if it would please sir, may I offer you this moist, yet helpless va-jay-jay that seems to have lost its way. -The Chronicles of Abby Normal