“Women are fucking Swiss Army knives. Throw anything at them and they figure out which part of them to use to fix it, care for it, make it better. They can hear if a baby’s cough is just a cough, can smell if something’s burning in the next room. They can see when our arrogance is serving us. And point out when it’s not.”
Source: Dark Horse
“Few women would prefer an unemployed and rudderless man to an ambitious and successful one, all other things being even roughly equal; and few men would choose an obese, unattractive, and dull woman over a shapely, beautiful, sharp one.”
Source: The Moral Animal: Why We Are the Way We Are - The New Science of Evolutionary Psychology
“We believed that the women’s struggle for equality was the ‘revolution within the revolution.”
Source: Through the Eyes of Rebel Women: The Young Lords, 1969-1976
“Maybe the meantime has always been my time. Maybe this was the trajectory predestined in the stars, if you believe in that sort of thing.”
Source: Burning Sage
“Don't tawch meh matherfawker!”
“1980s feminism focused on questions of difference and making the category of women more inclusive”
Source: The Trouble with Unity: Latino Politics and the Creation of Identity
“It is my contention the category ‘Latino,’ like the category ‘women,’ should be reconceived as a site of permanent political contestation”
Source: The Trouble with Unity: Latino Politics and the Creation of Identity
“Among your grandmothers and great-grandmothers there were many that wept their eyes out.”
“Supongo que, a fin de cuentas, todo depende de tu experiencia personal. Las mujeres estamos acostumbradas a que nos pasen cosas que pueden considerarse «enfermedades» (calambres, hemorragias, náuseas matutinas, hinchazón, dos tetas enormes que duelen que te cagas) pero que, en realidad, solo son consecuencias de estar vivas; de modo que, cuando nos ponemos enfermas de verdad, no nos asustamos. Nuestro cuerpo está sufriendo espasmos y expulsando cosas continuamente.”
Source: More Than a Woman: A Brutally Honest and Hilarious Feminist Memoir on Parenting, Marriage, and Middle-Age
“I went in and started to get dressed. Dressed for calling, that is. I took more pains dressing for her than I ever had dressing for him. And yet he was the one I was dressing for, in a roundabout way. I had to be careful. Enemy eyes.
Finally I was ready and I got out fast. I knew if I didn't go quickly I'd never have the nerve to go at all. The two jiggers of gin were wearing off, so I stopped just long enough to gulp a third and last to see me through.
Then I went out and closed the door behind me, and for the first time in four years I didn't give a damn what there was going to be for supper.”
Source: The Black Angel