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“She will try to find the nice way to exercise intelligence. But intelligence is not ladylike. Intelligence is full of excesses. Rigorous intelligene abhors sentimentality, and women must be sentimental to value the dreadful silliness of the men around them. Morbid intelligence abhors the cheery sunlight of positive thinking and eternal sweetness; and women must be sunlight and cheery and sweet, or the woman could not bribe her way with smiles through a day. Wild intelligence abhors any narrow world; and the world of women must stay narrow, or the woman is an outlaw. No woman could be Nietzsche or Rimbaud without ending up in a whorehouse or lobotomized. Any vital intelligence has passionate questions, aggressive answers; but women cannot be explorers; there can be no Lewis or Clark of the female mind.”

Quote by Andrea Dworkin

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Andrea Dworkin
Andrea Dworkin

Andrea Dworkin was an American writer and activist known for her work in feminist theory and activism. She focused on issues of pornography, violence against women, and the intersection of gender and politics. Her influential works include 'Intercourse' and 'Pornography: Men Possessing Women'. more

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