Quotes About Gender

What she was coming to realize, but what no woman was allowed to utter aloud, was that there was no guarantee your child would be adequate compensation for the life you gave up to have it. More and more, life looked an awful lot like a hoax perpetrated on women and designated to further men's lives at the expense of their own.

you are boys, your God is a woman. If you are women, your God is a boy. If you are men, your God is a maiden. The God is where you are not. So: it is wise that one has a God; this serves for your perfection. A maiden is the pregnant future. A boy is the engendering future. A woman is: having given birth. A man is: having engendered.

You can hardly say of your soul what sex it is. But if you pay close attention, you will see that the most masculine man has a feminine soul, and the most feminine woman a masculine soul.

It is particularly in contacts with people of the same sex that one stumbles over both one's own shadow and those of other people. Although we do see the shadow in a person of the opposite sex, we are usually much less annoyed by it and can more easily pardon it.

If You Pay Close Attention, You will See that the Most Masculine Man has a Feminine Soul, and the Most Feminine Woman has a Masculine Soul.

Do you think I don't worry about you?" "That's not—" "Not the same? Because you are a man and I am a woman?" "No. Because it's one thing for me to make the choice to put my own life in danger and something else entirely when my actions endanger someone else." She touched her fingers to his lips. "I knew what I was letting myself in for when I married you, Devlin." He smiled against her hand. "I'm not sure I did.

I turned on my heel and left her, exasperated that even as I worked my fingers to the bone to liberate women from our cloth chains, our minds remained as closed as ever to the possibility that we might deserve more than a husband, children, and growing old cooking sausage.

The first man was not a man, Don Javier tells me, entangled in deep laughter. The first man was a woman...

When I joined Custer I donned the uniform of a soldier. It was a bit awkward at first but I soon got to be perfectly at home in men's clothes.

A man can be a bachelor, and still be a man—because of his mind, his character, his work. But a woman without children? She's a spinster, Stevie—and a spinster is always something less than a woman.

It isn't really possible for men to understand how much the world doesn't want women to be complete people. The most important thing a woman can be, in our society—more important, even, than honest or decent—is identifiable.

I tried to get a baseball movie made a couple of years ago and I don't think it didn't happen because I was a woman, but because sports movie don't sell internationally.

In the theory of gender I began from zero. There is no masculine power or privilege I did not covet. But slowly, step by step, decade by decade, I was forced to acknowledge that even a woman of abnormal will cannot escape her hormonal identity.

When it defines man as the enemy, feminism is alienating women from their own bodies.

Woman is the dominant sex. Men have to do all sorts of stuff to prove that they are worthy of woman's attention.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

Now that virtually every career is an option for ambitious girls, it can no longer be considered regressive or reactionary to reintroduce discussion of marriage and motherhood to primary education. We certainly do not want to return to the simplistic duality of home economics classes for girls and wood shop for boys.

The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men but rather their conqueror, an outlaw who controls the sexual channel between nature and culture.

When anything goes, it's women who lose.

Men have sacrificed and crippled themselves physically and emotionally to feed, house, and protect women and children. None of their pain or achievement is registered in feminist rhetoric, which portrays men as oppressive and callous exploiters.

The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture

A woman simply is, but a man must become. Masculinity is risky and elusive. It is achieved by a revolt from woman, and it is confirmed only by other men.

For all the feminist jabber about women being victimized by fashion, it is men who most suffer from conventions of dress. Every day, a woman can choose from an army of personae, femme to butch, and can cut or curl her hair or adorn herself with a staggering variety of artistic aids. But despite the Sixties experiments in peacock dress, no man can rise in the corporate world today, outside the entertainment industry, with long hair or makeup or purple velvet suits.

Old school feminism, coveting social power, is blind to woman's cosmic sexual power.