Quotes About Gender

Tenéis alguna noción de cuántos libros se escriben al año sobre las mujeres?

For there's nothing in the world so bad for some women as marriage, he thought; and politics...

The sound of the trumpets died away and Orlando stood stark naked. No human being, since the world began, has ever looked more ravishing. His form combined in one the strength of a man and a woman's grace.

Orlando had become a woman—there is no denying it. But in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change of sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity.

Todos acudían a ella, lógicamente, puesto que era mujer; venían a lo largo del día con esto y lo de más allá; uno quería una cosa, otro, otra; a menudo le parecía no ser más que una esponja empapada al máximo en emociones humanas.

Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers; how few parts in the plays of Shakespeare could be allotted to them; how literature would suffer!

but we should wrong these illustrious men very greatly if we insisted that they got nothing from these alliances but comfort, flattery and the pleasures of the body. What they got, it is obvious, was something that their own sex was unable to supply; and it would not be rash, perhaps, to define it further, without quoting the doubtless rhapsodical words of poets, as some stimulus; some renewal of creative power which is in the gift only of the opposite sex to bestow.

Yet even when they were freed from the practical impediments imposed upon their sex, they could not write because they had no tradition to follow. No sentence had been shaped, by long labor, to express the experience of women.

Y denota estrechez de miras por parte de sus semejantes más privilegiados el decir que deberían limitarse a hacer postres y hacer calcetines, a tocar el piano y bordar bolsos. Es necio condenarlas o burlarse de ellas cuando tratan de hacer algo más o aprender más cosas de las que la costumbre ha declarado necesarias para su sexo.

Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle.

Hence the enormous importance to a patriarch who has to conquer, who has to rule, of feeling that great numbers of people, half the human race indeed, are by nature inferior to himself.

All this pitting of sex against sex . . . all this claiming of superiority and imparting of inferiority, belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are 'sides,' and it is . . . of the utmost importance to walk up to a platform and receive from the hands of the Headmaster himself a highly ornamental pot.

And again I am reminded by dipping into newspapers and novels and biographies that when a woman speaks to women she should have something very unpleasant up her sleeve. Women are hard on women. Women dislike women.

No age can ever have been as stridently sex-conscious as our own; those innumerable books by men about women in the British Museum are a proof of it. The Suffrage campaign was no doubt to blame. It must have roused in men an extraordinary desire for self-assertion; it must have made them lay an emphasis upon their own sex and its characteristics which they would not have troubled to think about had they not been challenged

the men are undone by the need to master, and the women by the power of self-doubt.

Las aptitudes artísticas no son caracteres sexuales secundarios, como han dicho ciertos charlatanes y chamanes, sino todo lo contrario: la sexualidad está al servicio del arte.

In an Anglo-Saxon thriller, the villain is generally punished, and the strong silent man generally wins the weak babbling girl, but there is no governmental law in Western countries to ban a story that does not comply with a fond tradition, so that we always hope that the wicked but romantic fellow will escape scot-free and the good but dull chap will be finally snubbed by the moody heroine.

Had I not been a heterosexual male, I would have been a Lesbian.

When a woman wants to get ahead, she cannot tie a millstone to her feet. Most men is millstones.

Look, we say stuff to women all the time. We say we'll call them, then we don't. We tell them they're beautiful, then spend the evening looking at other women. We say we don't love them when we do, and say we do when we don't. Christ, if I was a woman, I wouldn't listen to a goddamn thing any man ever said to me.

Women are raised to feel guilty if they don't do everything they should do. Men are more likely to feel guilty if they do something they shouldn't.

Men love it. They have a sense of humor, whereas a lot of women are threatened or just don't get it.

And I think women have come a very, very long way, but they have a long way to go.

Kiss me again without my permission, " she whispered against his lips, "and I'll geld you and sell your balls to a Ruthanian specialty meats shop. Understood?" "You won't do that," he whispered back. "You'd miss them too much." Sin snorted and made the blade disappear into her pocket as she stepped back. "Men are always overestimating the worth of their genitals." ~Sin to Con