Quotes About Gender

He thought of women in terms of breasts, not minds, and it always seemed to irritate him that most women had both.

Navy Cotillion was where officers' children were supposed to learn the fine points of manners, dancing, white gloves, and other unrealities of life. It also was where children were supposed to learn, as if the preceding fourteen or fifteen years hadn't already made it painfully clear, that generals outrank colonels who, in turn, outrank majors and captains and lieutenants, and everyone, but everyone, outranks children. Within the ranks of children, boys always outrank girls.

Far more important, they took me and my interests very seriously. They never tried to discourage me from becoming a doctor, even though it was an era that breathed, If woman, be a nurse.

generals outrank colonels who, in turn, outrank majors and captains and lieutenants, and everyone, but everyone, outranks children. Within the ranks of children, boys always outrank girls. One way of grinding this particularly irritating pecking order into the young girls was to teach them the old and ridiculous art of curtsying.

A woman's name will always suffice, but if you'll keep your ears open in a room with men and women, you'll hear it's the call used least often.

Then he reached up and tore my shirtfront open. Not much to see, is there? I said, struggling to talk with a crushed windpipe. I know, I know, they can fix things like that these days. Call me a feminist, but I think a woman's worth should be defined not by the size of her bust, but - I rammed my fist up into his Adam's apple. He grunted and stumbled back. - by the strength of her right hook.

Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it's fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?

This is so cool," I said as Dad walked away. "Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot? "He's a she," Mom said. "Is she hot? Cause I'm still young, you know. My sexual identity isn't fully formed.

There are just as many bitches out there as bastards. Equal opportunity asshole-ism.

I don't know what a hard-ass feminist is. I'm a feminist, which only means that I think men and women deserve equal treatment. Hardly a groundbreaking concept. But I'm sure you're about to give an example of where I failed in that.

Guess it didn't matter if it was a group home or summer camp, guys and their stomachs didn't change.

If Clay snarled and raged, he was a proper werewolf. If I did, I was a hysterical woman.

Where did women get the idea that there's something wrong with them if they don't fight when a man hits them? If they're paralyzed with shock and disbelief? If they take time to react? Or if they decide not to react—that it's best to just wait it out?

Am I the only one around here who thinks Maya has a hidden Y chromosome?" Hayley said. "If she does, she's hiding it pretty good," Corey said, giving me a lascivious once-over.

I like Daniel. He takes care of you." I blinked. "Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?" Dad flushed. "I didn't mean it like--" "Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?

Women expect this. It doesn't mean we tolerate it, but it is a fact of our lives.

We should let the girls handle this." "Huh?" Corey said. "We just need to make a phone call, right? Hell, I'll give them my other twenty to cover it." "I just…I think we should hang back. We're in rough shape. That guy with the van was worried about me, not Maya." Corey sighed. "Fine. For once, you've earned the right to paranoia. Go get 'em, girls." He passed me the twenty. "Just in case.

Only a few of the women sport pubic hair. He's never understood what that's about. Some of the men are bare, too. O tempora, o mores.

They did not suspect her for a moment. It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were. Women could do most of the things men did. Who was left in charge when the men were fighting wars, or going on crusades? There were women carpenters, dyers, tanners, bakers and brewers.

It was unladylike even to know the name of your lawyer, let alone to understand your rights under the law. No wonder women were mercilessly exploited.

A man who had a love affair was considered wicked but romantic; a woman who did the same was a whore.

It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.

Fitz did not censor her mail but, as the head of the family, he had the right to read any letter addressed to a female relative living in his house. No respectable woman would object.

In the struggle for female equality, Maud reflected, sometimes you had to fight women as well as men.