Quotes About Gender

we should no longer look at the sexual division of labour as a problem related to the family only, but rather as a structural problem of a whole society. The hierarchical division of labour between men and women and its dynamics form an integral part of the dominant production relations, that is, the class relations of a particular epoch and society, and of the broader national and international divisions of labour.

Writing, and creativity in general, had been the domain of "great men" and would stay there until women stormed the arena, using words as their weapons.4

I don't like the eyes. You get so tired, don't you? Of being looked at. Maybe some women feel flattered, but I've always felt the moment a man's eyes settle on me, he's halfway to feeling he can do anything.

Because what she disliked in men was not their eroticism, but their assumption that women had none. Which left women with nothing to be but housemaids.

NEVER TRUST A MAN WHO DOESN'T COOK

In the long history of male and female relations all the way back to the Garden, I can't think of one in which a woman's anger ever won over a man.

I have never attempted to hide that I have had two husbands in my life. I have, however, neglected to mention that in between them, I had a wife.

Matriarchy is a time-honored staple for any writer looking to invent an exotic society.

Would that I were a man,'" I said, quoting Sarpalyce's legend. "Except that I do not wish I were a man. I only wish that being a woman did not limit me so.

You and I are not held to the same standards, Andrew. People will forgive a slip, a weakness, a minor personal folly — when it comes from a man. They may click their tongues at you, even gossip about your behavior…but at worst, it will only reflect on you. "If I misstep, it goes far beyond me. Errors on my part are proof that women are unsuited to professional work.

The lack of a husband was, for some applicants, a selling point. I imagine many of my readers are aware of the awkward position in which governesses often find themselves -- or, rather, the awkward position into which their male employers often put them, for it does no one any service to pretend this happens by some natural and inexorable process, devoid of connection with anyone's behaviour.

Jake shrugged, in the way that only nine-year-old children can manage -- and usually male children at that, girls not being permitted the same kind of insouciance.

Are a woman's wishes only fit to be considered when blessed by a male relative?

I have made myself exceptional. It is a wonderful game, is it not? Because I am exceptional, anything I achieve does not reflect on my own sex, for of course I am not like them. Strange, though, how that division seems to vanish when we are speaking instead of my shortcomings. Then I am a woman, like any other.

A man kills enough. A woman keeps on walking.

A man should choose a wife with a careful eye to his own personal gratification, in the same way that he chooses horses or wine--perfection or nothing. And the woman? The woman has really no right of choice, she must mate wherever she has the chance of being properly maintained. A man is always a man--a woman is only a man's appendage, and without beauty she cannot put forth any just claim to his admiration or support.

Martin Luther wrote, "If women become tired, or even die, it does not matter. Let them die in childbirth. That's what they are there for.

Nothing more resembles a tomcat on a windowsill than a female cat.

Besides, when I look around me at the men, I feel that God never meant us women to be too particular.

It comes down to this. Some one must wash the dishes. Now, would you expect man, man made in the image of God, to roll up his sleeves and wash the dishes? Why, it would be blasphemy. I know that I am but a rib and so I wash the dishes.

Show me a woman without guilt and I'll show you a man

Men's need to dominate women may be based in their own sense of marginality or emptiness we do not know its root, and men are making no effort to discover it.

It's strange how men feel they have the right to criticize a woman's appearance to her face.

S and M is only the expression in the bedroom of an oppressive-submissive relation which can happen also in the kitchen or at the factory, can happen between people of any gender. There is obviously something titillating about these relationships, but it isn't the sexual components that makes them ugly, they're uglier elsewhere. Nothing sexual is depraved. Only cruelty is depraved, and that's another matter.