Quotes About Gender

Right." ... "No feminism at the dinner table.

You're not the type to natter, are you?" David Ames said in response to my silence. I said the first thing that came to mind. "Kind of a sexist way to describe someone talking." He blinked. "You wouldn't describe your grandsons as nattering," I elaborated.

If I were a boy," Thea told him with a Southern belle smile, "people would just call me driven." "Thea." Constantine frowned at her. "Right." Thea dabbed at her lips with her napkin. "No feminism at the dinner table.

Right." Thea dabbed at her lips with her napkin. "No feminism at the dinner table.

Hoffelijkheid is niet seksistisch,' zei Asher. 'Als je nu beweert dat vrouwen voorrang moeten krijgen omdát ze vrouw zijn, dan is dat weldegelijk seksistisch,' antwoordde ik.

Zo ken ik mijn meisje weer!' brulde Xander. 'Vrouw,' verbeterde Max hem. 'Zo ken ik mijn vrouw weer! En "mijn" is uiteraard bedoeld op een compleet niet bezitterige en absoluut onpatriarchale manier!' Max hief haar glas. 'Reken maar van faxing yes.

If I were a boy," Thea told him with a Southern belle smile, "people would just call me driven." "Thea." Constantine frowned at her. "Right." Thea dabbed at her lips with her napkin. "No feminism at the dinner table." This time, I couldn't bite back the snort. Point, Thea.

She's a ball buster," Robbie said. "I told her that. I said you don't care what I think. You interview somebody with a name, you just want to cut off his balls, make him look like a wimp. You know what she said? She said, 'I don't have to cut 'em, they come off in my hand.

He's male. I've noticed that sometimes the brains simply get left out of the package.

It was at times like this that one of those waves of bestiality ran through the mine, the sudden lust of the male that came over a miner when he met one of these girls on all fours, with her rear in the air and her buttocks busting out of her breeches.

In the midst of these fine gentlemen with their great names and their ancient traditions of respectability, the two women sat face to face, exchanging tender glances, triumphant and supreme in the tranquil abuse of their sex, and their open contempt for the male. And the gentlemen applauded them.

Hortense and Berthe nodded, as though profoundly impressed by the wisdom of their mother's pronouncements. She had long since convinced them of the absolute inferiority of men, whose sole function was to marry and to pay.

Señor, ¿por qué no han de tener las mujeres derecho para encontrar guapos a los hombres que lo sean, y por qué ha de mirarse mal que lo manifiesten? (...) Si no lo decimos, lo pensamos, y no hay nada mas peligroso que lo reprimido y oculto, lo que se queda dentro.

La educación de la mujer no puede llamarse tal educación, sino doma, pues se propone por fin la obediencia, la pasividad y la sumisión.

Don Benicio no se atrevía ni a respirar, hasta que poco a poco fue convirtiéndose en un sumiso, en un calzonazos, y se demostró una vez más que el matrimonio es incompatible con la dignidad del hombre.

Every men are born with the empty space where have to be brains. Need smart woman to fill this emtyness. Sorry, it might be bad translation. but I did my best ;) So, what do think about it?

Like Wollstonecraft, Austen rejects the notion that 'man was made to reason, woman to feel.' Perhaps Austen was tired of reading passages in conduct books suggesting that young women were innately sensitive, quivering, emotional messes.

ništa ju nije uzrujalo više od insinuacije da vjernost i obzirnost, duga patnja i nježnost povezane s ljubavlju, cijenjene vrline Evinih k?eri, postaju mane u Adamovih sinova.

It's a cheval, said Mick, huge eyed. ...A mindless, soulless, sexless shell, genderless as a baby doll, she said to me--at me--whoever she was talking to, it wasn't me. She didn't believe I existed.

And why must it always be presumed that a woman's views are based on personal considerations?

A strident female voice causes men's ears to close.

It is a tragedy, I feel, that people of a different sexual type are caught in a world which shows so little understanding for homosexuals and is so crassly indifferent to the various gradations and variations of gender and their great significance in life.

Among my male and female friends, there are a few who are of either a completely Uranian[1] or a bisexual[2] disposition. I have found these individuals far above average in terms of intelligence, ability, sensitivity, and personal charm. I empathize deeply with them, for I know that their sufferings are of a larger and more complex sort than those of ordinary people. [1] probably called transgender now [2] probably called genderqueer now

It looks like you've found an intellectual equal, Mulch, said Holly. It's a pity he isn't a girl; then you could marry him. Mulch imitated shock. Romance outside your species. Now THAT's disgusting. What kind of weirdo would kiss someone when they weren't even part of the same species?