Quotes About Equality

No, whether a woman is a concubine to fuck or a damsel to redeem, she's always just some passive object to fulfill a man's purpose.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Women are already born so far ahead ability-wise. The day men can give birth, that's when we can start talking about equal rights.

Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

She wanted a choice beyond: Housewife versus lawyer. Madonna versus whore. An option not mired in the lingering detritus of some Victorian-era dream.

they all think men are obsolete. useless. as if we're just some sexual appendix.

It does not mat­ter. The joke is we all have the same punch line.

You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Her goals had been the goals of radical women a century ago: to become a lawyer . . . to compete toe-to-toe with men. But like any second-hand goal, it felt like a burden. It had already been fulfilled ten million times over by other women. Penny wanted a dream of her own, but she had no idea how that dream would look.

You are not special. Your are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

I mean, a male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all a part of the same compost pile.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile." The space monkey continues, Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.

Folks like poor Misty Marie, they're limited, borderline dummies, but nothing enough to get a handicapped parking space. Or get any kind of Special Olympic Games. They just pay the bulk of taxes but get no special menu at the steak house. No oversized bathroom stall. No special seat at the front of the bus. No political lobby.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.'' The space monkey continues, ''Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.

Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

No sois un hermoso copo de nieve individual. Estáis hehcos de la misma materia orgánica corrompible que todos los demás, y todos formamos parte del mismo montón de abono

Woman are already born so far ahead ability-wise. The day men can give birth, that's when we can start talking about equal rights.

Tu non sei un delicato e irripetibile fiocco di neve. Tu sei la stessa materia organica deperibile di chiunque altro e noi tutti siamo parte dello stesso cumulo in decomposizione.

These chicken chokers. Didn't bother to read any feminist theory beyond that outdated Andrea Dworkin tripe. Nothing sex-positive. Nothing along the lines of Naomi Wolf. I come, therefore I am… No, whether a woman is a concubine to fuck or a damsel to redeem, she's always just some passive object to fulfill a man's purpose.

No somos especiales. Tampoco somos escoria o basura. Simplemente, somos.