Quotes About Gender

Male novelists made up words in their fiction: "phallomaterialism"; "ero-tectonics.

Was that true? Could a woman writer simply appear in the world, unconcerned about her stature, or whether she'd be laughed at or ignored?

Most of the time I'm like, 'Why do I have to share a gender with you, you piece of shit?' It's like when you have a bad relative who has the same last name.

are women so much more ferocious in their violence?

Women have always been far less violent than men, the author conceded. The facts speak for themselves. But why, then, he asked, are women so much more ferocious in their violence? It has always seemed to me that the answer lies in the question.

It's enraging, recalling a dozen, a hundred, a thousand times in my life a man telling me to relax, be a team player, stop worrying so much, take it easy and roll with the punches. We're all on the same team.

But I would never tell anyone that," Dr Severin adds, leaning forward once more. She smiles ruefully. "You can never tell a man or he'll think, Ah! That's what driver her. And that's a way to weaken her.

I think people are born bisexual and the make subconscious choices based on the pressures of society. I have no question in my mind about being bisexual. But I'm also a hypocrite: I would never date a girl who is bisexual, because that means they also sleep with men, and men are so dirty that I'd never sleep with a girl who had slept with a man.

Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn't cry because I couldn't deal with my life, but because I could.

I'm not sure a man can ever understand the complicated matter of feminine relationships.

mind has no sex": there was no limit to what Sophia or any girl might learn. Yet gender did affect the uses of knowledge.

hypocritical laws that made a woman pay for a man's crime. Why should women "receive the punishment due to the vices of so large a portion of the rest"?

All this girl-on-girl hate is exhausting. Sometimes I wish we could dose on testosterone, punch each other in the face, and get it over with already.

Yet another example of how every girl had to be one or the other: Pretty or smart.

Even with men doing more parenting than before, the majority of women are still left facing the well-rehearsed motherhood-versus-career dichotomy. But it's not a dichotomy; its a socially organized choice masquerading as a natural one.

No one ever talked about such bonds before the rise of industrialization, when wage labor first became an option for women. Note that the bonding story got revved up again in the early 1970s, as women were moving into the labor market (screwing up traditional conceptions about the natural female role)

when women acquire critical skills and start weighing their options, they soon wise up to the fact that they're not getting enough recompense for their labors.

But medicine has not simply neglected to research women's health; it has also failed to treat women who are sick. One study found that women in various ERs were 13 to 25 percent less likely to receive opioid painkillers (the strongest painkiller medicine has) than men were.

It's all too easy when talking about female gymnasts to fall into the trap of infantilizing them, spending more time worrying more about female vulnerability than we do celebrating female strength.

To separate man and woman at school, at work, at meetings, in short, to separate them at life, is the affair of perverted and fusty minds! Where there is separation, there is excessive primitiveness!

Women are much more sensitive. We know that emotionally but their organs respond to the same degree.

A woman has to look good, but a man—a little bit nicer looking than a monkey is enough.

Then I remember I'd always been told, 'If a fellow's got so little manhood he'd hit a woman, it's up to that woman to relieve him of what few morsels of his masculinity remain.' I bent my knee and jammed my foot backward, up his crotch.

We pass more women with swollen bellies hurrying towards the godshouse and Arjuro presses a kiss to Tariq's outstretched fingers. 'She's mocking me, runt of our litter,' Arjuro tells him. 'The Oracle is mocking me for choosing a man to share my bed. And her punishment is that I spend the rest of eternity staring between the legs of women.