Quotes About Gender

Hey, you're taking up the entire sidewalk, bitch!" She scowled and yelled, "I have children!" I yelled back at her, "Well, next time give your husband a blow job and you won't! Why should I have to walk into oncoming traffic because you don't want to give a little head?

Evolution's Rainbow Diversity, Gender, and Sexuality in Nature and People Joan Roughgarden UNIVERSITY

an interesting situation has occurred in the Dominican Republic, where enough intersexed people lived in several villages to have produced a special social category, the guevedoche.

Meanwhile, in our society we face not only persecution of people with diverse expressions of gender and sexuality, but also the prospect of doing permanent harm to the integrity of the gene pool of our species, thereby damaging our species for posterity.

Sedona was thinking that watching a game when you already knew the final score must be a male thing

Male-female relationships, as Jane Austen was always pointing out, could be very complicated.

the question of why America developed its particular habits of power, or why those persist; why it is so easy still for color to blind us, class to confuse us, sex and gender to trap us; why as a nation we are staggeringly cruel yet stubborn about our innocence; why love is so hard.

What future is there for a female child who aspires to being Humpfrey Bogart?

I often wonder why women have careers,' said Shredded Napkin suddenly, showing his teeth. I don't think he can possibly be saying what I think he's saying. He isn't, of course. Never mind. I'll stand this because Reality is dishing it out and I suppose I ought to learn to adjust to it. Besides, he may be sincere. There is a human being in there. At least he isn't telling me about something he read in the paper on women's liberation and then laughing at it.

Then he said, leaning forward: 'You're strange animals, you women intellectuals. Tell me: what's it like to be a woman?' I took my rifle from behind my chair and shot him dead. 'It's like that,' I said.

Everyone knows that much as women want to be scientists and engineers, they want foremost to be womanly companions to men (what?)

We would gladly have listened to her (they said) if only she had spoken like a lady. But they are liars and the truth is not in them.

If you are a woman and wish to become pre-eminent in a field, it's a good idea to (a) invent it and (b) locate it in an area either so badly paid or of such low status that men don't want it

This is until you're forty-five, ladies, after which you vanish into thin air like the smile of the Cheshire cat leaving behind only a disgusting grossness and a subtle poison that automatically infects every man under twenty-one.

I think it no accident that the myth of the isolated achievement so often promotes women writers' less good work as their best work.

There are few women who go around actually feeling: Oh, what a fascinating feminine mystery I am.

Still, the mythology persists in SF, as elsewhere, that women are naturally gentler than men, that they are naturally less creative than men, or less intelligent, or shrewder, or more cowardly, or more dependent, or more self-centered, or more self-sacrificing, or more materialistic, or shyer, or God knows what, whatever is most convenient at the moment.

You told me ghouls were male. Rodan is male - and asinine. King Kong is male. I could've been a witch, but the Devil is male. Faust is male. The man who dropped the bomb on Hiroshima was male. I was never on the moon.

I've never slept with a girl. I couldn't. I wouldn't want to. That's abnormal and I'm not, although you can't be normal unless you do what you want and you can't be normal unless you love men. To do what I wanted would be normal, unless what I wanted was abnormal, in which case it would be abnormal to please myself and normal to do what I didn't want to do, which isn't normal.

How is it women have equality when it comes to taking a hit but the rest of the time they're just some guy's property?

Now you're whining because of a broken hand? I thought you were hardcore and shit, but you're just a little girl with a badge.

It's a guy thing," he told me. "We like taking care of our women. You don't let me help you, the other boys'll make fun of me and then I'll have to cry. Are you trying to make me cry, London?" He blinked at me like an innocent puppy, and I couldn't help it. I started laughing, and we both knew he'd won. "You suck," I told him. "You like it." He was right—I totally did.

Still think I'd be prettier if I smiled?" she asked, the words intense and full of hate. "Yeah," I replied, licking my lips. A wave of heat surged down my spine, and I felt my hips shift restlessly as my cock throbbed. "But pretty is boring. I like you better when you're pissed off. Makes me want to push you down over that desk and fuck you.

I have to know the hill on which I'm willing to die," she told the group. "The equality of the sexes is that hill for me.