Quotes About Gender

Not untill all babies are born from glass jars will the combat cease between mother and son. But in a totalitarian future that has removed procreation from woman's hands, there will also be no affect and no art. Men will be machines, without pain but also without pleasure. Imagination has a price, which we are paying every day. There is no escape from the biologic chains that bind us.

American feminism has a man problem. The beaming Betty Crockers, hangdog dowdies, and parochial prudes who call themselves feminists want men to be like women. They fear and despise the masculine. The academic feminists think their nerdy bookworm husbands are the ideal model of human manhood. But

What was distinctive in those emancipated women—and here loom my later problems with second-wave feminism—was that they never indulged in reflex male-bashing: they accepted and admired the enormity of what men had accomplished and were simply demanding a fair chance to prove that women could match or surpass it.

Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy.

Tragic woman is less moral than man. Her will-to-power is naked. Her actions are under a chthonian cloud.

For every gross male harasser, there are ten female sycophants who shamelessly use their sexual attractions to get ahead.

Contemporary feminism cut itself off from history and bankrupted itself when it spun its puerile, paranoid fantasy of male oppressors and female sex-object victims. Woman is the dominant sex. Woman's sexual glamour has bewitched and destroyed men since Delilah and Helen of Troy.

Current feminism, with its antiscience and social constructionist bias, never thinks about nature. Hence it cannot deal with sex, which begins in the body and is energized by instinctual drives.

If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn't want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.

All men are a disappointment. No matter what anyone says.

I think, when men tell women to lose weight, it's a diversion from their own lack of size in certain areas.

It was ironic, but when you scratched the surface, most successful men were working for one thing only--to retire--and the sooner the better. Whereas women were the complete opposite. She had never heard a woman say she was working so she could retire to a desert island or to live on a boat. It was probably, she thought, because most women didn't think they deserved to do nothing.

Candace Bushnell

Just because someone is a girl doesn't mean she can't be tough and practical and have adventures. That's the way most girls are-until they get around guys. Then guys make them act all stupid.

Why do magazine do this to women? Miranda complains now, glaring at Vogue. It's all about creating insecurity. Trying to make women feel like they're not good enough. And when women don't feel like they're good enough guess what? What? I (Carrie) ask, picking up the grocery bad, Men win. That's how they keen us down she concludes

Men are the hunters and women are the gatherers. Shopping is a form of gathering.

Sometimes I think all the trouble in the world is caused by men. If there were no men, women would always be happy.

Toisinaan minusta tuntuu, että kaikki maailman ikävyydet johtuvat miehistä. Jollei miehiä olisi, naiset olisivat jatkuvasti onnellisia.

I finally figured out that it's not possible to have a real partner in life because relationships are inherently sexist," she said. "You have to be the mommy and the caretaker and when they want to have sex, you have to want to have sex and at a certain point a part of me would say, 'Why? Why am I

I am not a genuine woman, but I am not interested in genuineness.

But the male lexicographers had somehow neglected to coin a word for the dislike of men. They were almost entirely men themselves, she thought, and had been unable to imagine a market for such a word.

Sometimes she would be engaged in a laboratory exercise or a seminar when the instructor would say, Gentlemen, let's proceed, and sensing Ellie's frown would add, Sorry, Miss Arroway, but I think of you as one of the boys. The highest compliment they were capable of paying was that in their minds she was not overtly female.

Why is the half of humanity with a special sensitivity to the preciousness of life, the half untainted by testosterone poisoning, almost wholly unrepresented in defense establishments and peace negotiations worldwide? [blurb on Daniella Gioseffi's _Women on War_; quoted in Carol Lynn Pearson's _The Ghost of Eternal Polygamy_]

Anatomy is not destiny, but it is not irrelevant either.