Quotes About Gender

If male homosexuals are called "gay," then female homosexuals should be called "ecstatic."

She clenched her fists. "I believe, milord, that I have endured my full limit of male tyranny." "I am afraid, milady, that you will have to become accustomed to it. It is the way of things, here in the world beyond your cloister." He turned her forward and nudged her to continue down the stairs. "This world would fall into chaos if women were allowed to do whatever they wished.

Why do people say "grow some balls"? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.

the women are drinking and laughing inside somewhere, Wallis guesses, as manless as these men are without women.

The responsibilities, roles, and divinely endowed gifts of men and women differ in nature but not in quality, significance, or degree of importance, impact, or influence. Latter-day Saint doctrine places women equal to, and yet distinct and different from, men.

The sidesaddle was designed to protect a maiden's virginity, while risking the maiden's neck. Rather much for rather little, I thought.

I think... girls have a hard time being interesting. It's actually easier to be famous, or notorious, than it is to be interesting. In our world, girls climb very well until they hit puberty-sexual maturity-and then they begin to fall out of the tree. They start role-playing instead of thinking, flirting instead of learning. They start admiring how smart the boys are-or how athletic or how handsome-instead of concentrating on their own intelligence.

ghost of)ACHILLES: How can I force obedience on this? In other times I've used the fear of death to make a woman bow herself to me. If not the fear of her own death, then fear for someone else, a husband or a child. How can I bend this woman to my will? (ghost of)POLYXENA: I think I will not bend. IPHIGENIA: You see, it's as we've tried to tell you, Great Achilles. Women are no good to you dead.

Men control the world, but women control the men.

Men can shift gears from romantic to practical - and so can the bitch.

For a woman the objective is often a committed relationship also known as the destination. For a men roadtrip on the way to the destination is often the more fun.

Talking about feelings to a man will feel like work. When he's with a woman, he wants it to feel like fun.

It's true that men say, "A man's love comes from his stomach". But there's nothing in this statement that requires you to cook the food before it ends up in his stomach.

Many women talk a lot out of nervousness-which is something that men will often perceive as insecurity.

Before sex, a man isn't thinking clearly and a woman is thinking clearly. After sex, it reverses. The man is thinking clearly and a woman isn't.

In other words, woman's consciousness- her membership, as it were, in culture - is evidence in part by the very fact that she accepts her own devaluation and takes culture's point of view.

Woman is not "in reality" any closer to (or further from) nature than man - both have consciousness, both are mortal.

I realize why women die in childbirth - it's preferable.

To be thought of as the perfect woman for a man isn't a compliment to a woman, it's more about how a man sees himself—and what he needs.

I do not like the idea of bartering the use of my reproductive system for a man's support...

when gentlemen stare at my bosom, they don't hear a word I say. I strongly believe that if trees sprouted breasts tomorrow, they would soon be wearing wedding rings.

Mum—my real mum, not Mrs. Cornish—always told me that men hate it when women bring up their menses. I thought it was ridiculous. They love to moan about their own aches and pains, why should they begrudge us a little complaining about ours?

Perhaps she had always been a monster, but even the lady monsters of the world couldn't escape the expectations that came of being women.

Leighton was used to letting women talk. Whether by temperament or by the requirement to be amiable, women talked, their speech the unguent that greased the gears of polite society.