#ender

Patriarchy has no gender. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#gender

If you want to see a man come to his senses, try something like, Do you happen to carry a rubber in your wallet? Did I mention I'm not on the pill? ↗

— Catherine Ryan Hyde

#responsibility #sex #gender

Here is the secret to surviving one of these [airplane] crashes: Be male. In a 1970 Civil Aeromedical institute study of three crashes involving emergency evacuations, the most prominent factor influencing survival was gender (followed closely by proximity to exit). Adult males were by far the most likely to get out alive. Why? Presumably because they pushed everyone else out of the way. ↗

— Mary Roach

#survival #gender

We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#alone #even #genders #groups #ignorance

Ruth believes that boys are not found around stables because what they like is taking things apart and putting them together again, and for this purpose horses are not so satisfactory as cars, motorcycles, and even bicycles, while girls adore horses because they are biological and have functions. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#biology

A woman should never learn to sew, and is she can she shouldn't admit to it ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#stereotypes

If you join the rat race — you're in the race of rats. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#activist #competitive #gender-stereotypes #stereotypes

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex. ↗

— Alison Bechdel

#homosexuality #homosexuality

We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#coronal #ender-s #game #gingerberad #graff

As she stooped over him, her tears fell upon his forehead. The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known; as a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or even the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; and which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened, for no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall them. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#memory #tenderness #dreams