Quotes About Feminism

Now the soft-voiced gentle woman of my reverent worship has all but vanished, in her place has come the woman who thinks that her chief success in life lies in making herself as much as possible like man—in dress, voice and actions, in sports and achievements of every kind.

It was always Marx, Lenin, and revolution - real girl's talk.

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

The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing, the extraordinary novel that changed my life and the lives of so many other young women in the 1960s. I have the paperback copy I read at the time, and it's dog-eared, epiphany after epiphany marked so that I could easily refer back to them. Does anyone read The Golden Notebook nowadays? I

With hindsight, of course, I can see how brilliantly institutionalized the sexism was at Newsweek. For every man, an inferior woman. For every male writer, a female drone. For every flamboyant inventor of a meaningless-but-unknown detail, a young drudge who could be counted on to fill it in.

When we destroy it. She spoke clearly now, steadily now. If it comes in a form with a dick, I will personally castrate it.

Is there anything more annoying than machismo?

Can you cook? No. Drawing her brows together, she grabbed both of his ears and drew his head up. Not at all? That's remarkably chauvinistic for a man whose policies primarily reflect the feminist viewpoint. Alan lifted a brow. I don't expect you to be able to cook either. Amusement shot into his eyes. Can you? Shelby struggled with a grin. Barely. I find that odd for someone with your appetite. I eat out a lot.

Just because she was a woman, did she have to act coy and pretend to be flattered when a man tried to slobber all over her/

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.

Women are already born so far ahead ability-wise. The day men can give birth, that's when we can start talking about equal rights.

Reread that Bronte book all you want, but Jane Eyre's never going to get gender-reassignment surgery or train to become a kick-ass ninja assassin.

A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

She wanted a choice beyond: Housewife versus lawyer. Madonna versus whore. An option not mired in the lingering detritus of some Victorian-era dream.

Me, personally, I tell dude 137 how I'm adding an embossed slogan to my dildos. Cast in high-relief going around the base, it's going to say, The Dick That Killed Cassie Wright... On the thickest part, so if you twist it the letters of the writing stimulate the clit.

I mean, a male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

Woman are already born so far ahead ability-wise. The day men can give birth, that's when we can start talking about equal rights.

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.

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I mean, a male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women. After long enough, you just roll over and accept the fact that you're a sexist, bigoted, insensitive, crude, cretinist cretin.

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.

How did all that revolutionary talk of the seventies land us in a place where being female means playing dumb and looking good?