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“El conjunto de los sistemas de producción que tienen como fin la mercantilización del cuerpo femenino y la comercialización de su sexualidad dentro de un mercado destinado ante todo y principalmente a los hombres constituye uno de los primeros puntos de mira en la lucha de Femen. Además, asociamos a la industria del sexo toda actividad comercial en la que la mujer, despojada de su calidad de ser humano libre e independiente, es reducida a un cuerpo, a un envoltorio material o a una imagen al servicio de una visión de la sexualidad dominada por los hombres. A través de la prostitución, los vientres de alquiler, la pornografía mainstream y la publicidad, la mujer se vende, se compra, se importa y se exporta de un país a otro, convirtiéndose en un bien de consumo a escala planetaria.”

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“هذه هى الحرية . أن تهوى شيئا ما ، وأن تجمع قطع الذهب وفجأة، تتغلب على هواك وتُلقى بكنزك فى الهواء . وأن تتحرر من هوى ، لتخضع لهوى آخر أكثر نبلا ًمنه . لكن أليس هذا شكلاً آخر من العبودية ؟ أن تكرس نفسك لفكرة ، لعرقك ، لله ؟”