Quotes About Gender

You drive well for a woman." "That is so patronising. If I'd known you were going to say something like that I would have wrapped your precious Ferrari round a lamppost.

Not those qualities! she wanted to shout. Why were men so basic? Why did they only ever think about one thing—sex? Well, actually, it was two things. Sex and power. Forget everything else—they seemed to be the only two things that motivated the male species. And normally she didn't even think about sex. So why was it that, since the Sultan's bodyguard had removed his fencing mask and revealed his impossibly handsome face, she'd thought about little else?

I don't buy Le Figaro, either. Not because it's a right-leaning paper but because I can't forgive it for "Madame," its weekend magazine full of beauty and fashion, the very name of which, it seems to me, implies that lipsticks and liposuction are far more interesting to women than the main magazine devoted

clad not exactly as a boy but, rather confusingly, as the boy I would have been, had I been more of a girl

How easy it was, she thought unhappily as she did it, for men and women. They could stand in a street and argue, flirt - they could kiss, make love, do anything at all - and the world indulged them.

Don't you think that queer? That a common coarse-featured woman might drink morphia and be sent to gaol for it, while I am saved and sent to visit her—and all because I am a lady?

She let her head sink, until her brow met the varnished glass. How easy it was, she thought unhappily as she did it, for men and women. They could stand in a street and argue, flirt—they could kiss, make love, do anything at all—and the world indulged them. Whereas she and Julia—

But there was something very appealing about that Fe-Male . I saw myself in it - in the hyphen.

As for women and men, she said—well, that was the first thing that must be cast off.

She wore a boiled shirt and a bow-tie, and her hair, though long and bound, was sleek with oil. She was about two- or three-and-thirty, and her waist was thick; but her upper lip, at least, was dark as a boy's. They would have called her terribly handsome, I guessed, in about 1880.

You are a lady,' he says softly, 'and young, and handsome.—I don't speak from gallantry now, you know that. I say only what is true. You might do anything. ' 'You are a man,' I answer. 'Men's truths are different from ladies'. I may do nothing, I assure you.

How ill a man may grow,' he says, 'from the sight of the spilling of a little of his own blood. What monsters you females must be, to endure this, month upon month. No wonder you are prone to madness.

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?

I reject the notion that we must tell girls that the only way to be valid human beings is to turn themselves into boys.

I'm not used to wearing heels,' she moaned. 'They hurt and they're patriarchal signifiers designed to cripple women and stop them from taking big strides through life.

I think it would be a lot easier if I said, 'I feel like a dude ' but I was raised by a southern mom, so I know how to put on lipstick and walk in heels and rock that look. It's exactly that juxtaposition that confuses people.

Why is it a girl has to be so silly to catch a husband?

One minute I was playing chess and doing maths all the time, the next I had been rerouted into more 'normal' girls' activities: reading, writing stories and worrying about my clothes.

If someone who had given up his whole life to thinking about goodness and rightness and truth and still expected nuns to cook him his fish fingers (because after all, nuns haven't got anything else better to do, and none of them are ever going to be priests or become the Pope, because women aren't good enough for that), then something was very wrong. How could he have missed the bit about everyone being equal in the eyes of God?

Because of capitalism, Lissa. Because of your fathers and what they do." "Sir, that's sexist! Some of our mothers might be capitalists too.

You don't argue with a four-year old about why he shouldn't eat candy for dinner. You don't punch a mentally handicapped guy even if he punches you first. And you don't argue when a women tells you she's only making 80 cents to your dollar. It's the path of least resistance. You save your energy for more important battles.

Males and females have never seemed to fully understand each other. It will probably continue this way, but I think that's part of the magic of it all.

we're what you call heterogenous. That means we're everywhere, everybody at once. We're both good and bad, right and wrong. We're the great resolvers of conflict. We're like octopuses--because we'll swallow anything. Even men. Even battling and forlorn men like you and your dad. You guys try so hard to be subjects, characters, things, you forget us women are the whole story. We embrace you all. What you really want to destroy is women, that story of yourself you can't control.

In Hollywood today, it's cool for guys to wear nail polish and earrings in their lips and tongues. I don't get it.