899 Quotes About Feminist

To cherish my purity and set boundaries are, in my opinion, the highest forms of feminism—a woman who saves her body proves she is strong and secure enough to resist the men who seek to claim her, that she’s more than what lies between her legs.

Making God a man is the consolation prize that our forefathers gave themselves for not being the ones who were each blessed with a vagina.

And I withdrew into myself when I understood that they wanted to extract every thought in my head, one by one, like decayed teeth.

Today, we live in a vastly different world. The person more qualified to lead is not the physically stronger person. It is the more intelligent, the more knowledgeable, the more creative, more innovative. And there are no hormones for those attributes. A man is as likely as a woman to be intelligent, innovative, creative. We have evolved. But our ideas of gender have not evolved very much.

Few female characters get to be “the Chosen One” in science fiction and fantasy. Leia is as much the child of Darth Vader as Luke is, but only Luke gets to use the force, be recruited by his dad and ultimately save the day. We don’t get impossibly clever female sleuths or the sexy spies with the awesome gadgets. And on the rare occasions that we do get those characters, they’re denigrated as unrealistic Mary Sues.

The true republic: men, their rights and nothing more: women, their rights and nothing less.

What do you hope girls take away from watching [Agent Carter]?I would hope that young girls can see that they don’t have to sacrifice their femininity to be taken seriously in the workplace. But also they don’t have to rely on their physicality or their appearance; that it’s just as important, if not a lot more so, to be able to use their intelligence, their wit, their humor and their warmth to be able to get where they want to and to achieve their goals in life.

Oh, Al, shut up! Stop criticizing me! First I'm criticized for being a prude and sounding like a social worker or something, then I'm criticized for looking like a cheap broad. How am I supposed to live? Under the water or something, coming up only to say 'I beg your pardon if I disturb you by coming up for air. I'll do my best to remain submerged.

I rise. Again. And again. Not as the morning birdwhose song springsto sudden glorious lifeat the dawning of the light,but as the sun who touches the horizonwith tender fingertipsbefore reaching open arms across the skyto embrace another dayto weather the stormsto stand tall and breathe fireand then to descend into restuntil it's time to rise again. And againI rise.