Quotes About Feminism

I have always thought it was a terrible shame that the women's movement didn't realise how much easier it was to reach people by making them laugh than by shaking a fist and saying, 'Don't you see how oppressed you are?'

It's a terrible thing to admit, but I'm not sure I know what Women's Lib is.

I'm looking forward to sproglets but, as I'm the main breadwinner, I feel I ought to capitalise on my career for a bit longer. Mother keeps telling me I should go and freeze some eggs. Not terribly romantic, is it?

I remember being on a red carpet and they put the mic to us and asked 'are you feminists?' and we panicked. We were so terrified to speak back then.

What makes 'The Handmaid's Tale' so terrifying is that everything that happens in it is plausible.

If the abstract rights of man will bear discussion and explanation, those of women, by a parity of reasoning, will not shrink from the same test.

I think that testosterone is a rare poison.

In the present crisis of masculinity we do not need, as some feminists are saying, less masculine power. We need more. But we need more of the mature masculine. We need more Man psychology. We need to develop a sense of calmness about masculine power so we don't have to act out dominating, disempowering behavior toward others.

I do like strong women in my movies. I have five sisters, so I've just grown up with that model.

She kept to her bed only for the last two days, and did not stop conversing peaceably with everyone. Finally, no longer speaking, and already in the throes of agony, she made a big fart. 'Good,' she said, 'a woman who farts is not dead.' These were the last words she pronounced.

Auxilio, they'd say, that's enough bustling around, Auxilio, leave those papers alone, woman, dust and literature have always gone together.

I hate to say it, but all that stuff they try to tell you about women being empowered and how it's fine for a woman to ask a man out, well, it's crap.' I look down at my watch. 'Seven fifty-three p.m.' 'What does that mean?' 'Official time of death of feminism,' I reply, and mom laughs.

She is, Althea thought uneasily, what I pretend to be: a woman who does not let her sex deter her from living as she pleases.

We can't destroy the inequities between men and women until we destroy marriage.

Pornography is the theory, and rape the practice.

Let it all hang out. Let it seem bitchy, catty, dykey, frustrated, crazy, Solanesque, nutty, frigid, ridiculous, bitter, embarrassing, man-hating, libelous, pure, unfair, envious, intuitive, low-down, stupid, petty, liberating. We are the women that men have warned us about.

She is not deterred by Margaret Thatcher. She is in fact bored at having Margaret Thatcher thrown at her; she knows men will pounce upon such an example because it has been cloned in their own image and is so much an exception to the rule.

She thinks: I resent being different from men when men are defining that difference. She thinks: Do I resent being different from men when I and other women are defining the difference? Do I resent that difference if a singular power is not at work to enforce it, but our multiple powers are at work to explore it?

Pornography is the theory, and rape is the practice.

If for centuries women have been accused by the Right of being dangerously radical creatures and by the Left of being dangerously conservative ones, it is because the sub-patriarchal reality in which women live is a third politics altogether.

It always happens when women become at last the subject and not the object: in order to define what women, or a group of women, or an individual woman are/is, first one must define what this subject is not. So thorough is the stereotyping, the perception of female as Other, the deliberate misinterpretation of motive, that the lies must be peeled away before a female reality can even be approached.

and some feminists say it's her own fault for living with him, and she hides her dark red velvet wounds from pride, the pride of the victim, the pride of the victim at not being the perpetrator, the pride of the victim at not knowing how to withhold love.

I can hear her now, in furious rebuttal: "To say that my revolutionary struggle is a male-defined one is to trivialize me the way you feminists claim men trivialize women. You refuse to take me, my politics, my militance, seriously as my own. You treat me as a pawn in a game between men. Is this your support? Is this what you call sisterhood?" And I would reply: "Yes. Trying to name the truth, however painful, to one another is the highest respect sisterhood can offer.

Not until she, and you, and I, fully comprehend the enormity - that all issues are women's issues to be defined in women's ways and confronted in women's ways - can any of us break free and refuse to settle for rebellion within his deadly context.