Quotes About Gender

I don't know what a guy needs to do to impress a girl these days.

Hacen falta dos para bailar, y hacen falta dos para convertir a una mujer en objeto sexual.

Los hombres no lloran, le repetía su padre. ¿Y por qué los hombres no podían llorar? Alguna vez debía romper las reglas impuestas y con decisión se lanzó sobre su cama y sollozó sobre su almohada de borra.

He would however permit himself to relieve the Past of the absurd feminine gender with which the Germans have credited it. That the Germans should provide their finest achievements, those abstract ideas, with feminine articles is one of those incomprehensible barbarisms by which they nullify their own merits. He would in future sanctify everything connected with God with a masculine affix.

Women clearly felt things more deeply: they read sub-text where men saw only white space.

I don't want anybody treating me as a "person" rather than as a woman. Our sexual differences are the terms of our life, and to obscure them in any way is to weaken the very fabric of life itself. When they are lost, we are lost.

There are only three kinds of Irishmen who can't understand women. Young men, old men and men of middle age.

But finally my own version of God came to me in a dream, complete with a name: Corambe. He was a warm and compassionate being with a tender and unwavering regard for me. He had the humanity of Jesus and the radiant beauty of the angel Gabriel. He was graceful and poetic and ever attentive to my feelings. And though he was a male, he nonetheless dressed oftentimes in women's clothes.

Didn't I tell you about her? She stuck her fingers in her vagina and then rubbed the stuff behind her ears. She said it made the men crazy." "That is so disgusting," Alice says. "I know." "God!" "I know." "Did you try it?" she asks. "Of course." "Did it work?" "Not for me.

A man doesn't always make room in his life for appreciating certain things that seem to be under women's auspices, but there's a satisfaction in some of them. The toilet seat, though. Up. And there are other grim pleasures in doing things he didn't used to get to do. Cigar right at the kitchen table. Slim Jims for dinner.

the great lack of parity between husbands and wives has always been spawned by the disproportionate degree of self-sacrifice that women are willing to make on behalf of those they love.

Now, I cannot imagine where women ever got the idea that they must be perfect in order to be loved or successful. (Ha ha ha! Just kidding! I can totally imagine: We got it from every single message society has ever sent us! Thanks, all of human history!)

Never learn to type, kiddo. And if you do learn to type, never tell anybody you can type, or they'll make you do it forever. Never learn shorthand either. It'll be the death of you. They'll put a steno pad in a woman's hand and it'll never come out.

women all seemed to be living in constant service to their husbands. (They either served their men happily or with resentment—but they all served.)

You can always find girls who can dance like angels, and some boys, too. But to get a man who can dance like a man—that's not easily found. This kid is everything I'd hoped he would be.")

There was no better path to autonomy for an ambitious young businesswoman than to be married off to a respectable corpse.

A Doll's House is about money, about the way it turns locks.

Biology is destiny only for girls.

And if he presses, tell him it's a female matter. That stops any question.

Women were something best bought, he'd found. Pay them, f*ck them, and send them away in the morning. That way avoided tears, recriminations, and feminine disappointment. Oh, and small things like being slapped across the face. Mick rubbed his jaw. But Silence wasn't one of his whores, as Harry had pointed out. Mick couldn't send her away. And he couldn't let her starve herself—he wouldn't let anyone hurt her, including herself.

I'm afraid I'm rather used to females making themselves shameless for me.

No, the Duke of Wakefield would never be a darling of the feminine members of society. Something about him was so opposite to female that he almost repelled the softer sex.

The sight of her was like a swift, cool wind through his frame, quickening his body, alerting all his senses, making him completely aware he was a male and she a female.

Why did men think that saying something louder made it true?