Quotes About Gender

Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears? "I've

Both men refer to Carly Fisher as a girl—a small thing, maybe, but it shows an innate lack of respect for females in the workplace.

One wants to leave something behind. Or at least a man wants to leave something behind. It's easier for a woman.' Why is it easier for a woman? 'Easier I mean to produce something with a life of its own.' Doesn't being a father count? 'Being a father...I can't help feeling that, by comparison with being a mother, being a father is a rather abstract business.

You are perfect for a female. Not where I come from. Then they're using the wrong standard.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.

Shit, it was so damn girly. Next thing you knew, she was going to start crying at TV ads and doing her nails. And getting a frickin' pocketbook.

Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe... shit... There was no way he could be attracted to another female.

Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing at his fighting clothes, he found himself loath to put them upon his skin. Rough. Scratchy. Dirty. Mayhap the feminine environment was contaminating him. Xcor ended up in the big bed, naked, upon his back. Still erect.

Females, after all, were not just the fairer sex, but the fairly reasonable one. Which was the only reason the race had survived this long.

You got hair like a girl," Mr. D said. "And you smell like bubble bath. At least I can get a trim." "I'm wearing Old Spice." "Next time try something stronger. Like horse manure." Mr.

May I enter your bedroom, female?" His

Even though he couldn't see anything, he felt strong as an ox, big as a mountain, deadly as a cobra—you name the he-man metaphor and he was rocking that shit. It wasn't chauvinistic to want to protect your females. It was appropriate, and not because they couldn't be smart and protect themselves. Females were simply more important than males and always would be, and in the very deepest part of his marrow, he was proud to be in service as a mate and a father to them.

And he was not surprised that the mahmen was the one who'd woman'd up. After however many years in homicide, he had learned about the differences between the sexes. Men were physically stronger, true. But the women? They were the warriors. As much as those males who had come with her would have run into a burning building to save her, not one of them was strong enough to take her place for this heartbreaking duty. Because they couldn't handle it. "All

You scare the shit out of me, female." He

Being female was not a disability in any sense of the word. But he had treated it as such, hadn't he. He had decided that because she was not male, in spite of all her qualifications and skills, she couldn't go out into conflict. As if breasts suddenly made shit more dangerous.

Honey, you hurt him and men don't take that well. They shove their emotions deep inside where you can't hurt them again. In many ways they're a lot like women, though they'd deny that.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

Beautiful girls Just primp But beautiful boys Do suffer.

My aunt once said the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

Kad?nlar? bilirsin, küçük kedileri pek severler... Yard?ma muhtaç ÅŸeylere bay?l?r onlar. Ama erkeklere geldi mi iÅŸ deÄŸiÅŸir, erkeÄŸin zalim olan?n? tercih ederler.

My first conscious thought of 'I should be like that and not like this' was probably at about six, and I was playing with... I have a twin brother, and we were playing with our twin cousins, who are a boy and a girl.

I don't raise my daughter differently than her twin brother, to the point where she only wanted to wear his clothes - sweatpants, baggy T-shirts, and high-tops - for a year straight. She claims it's because she needs to be 'comfortable and functional,' and who can blame her? I would wear a tracksuit seven out of seven days if I could.