Feminism Quotes

My daughter says she wants to smash the patriarchy. 

I told her "When you're 21, buy me a bottle of Tanqueray – you'll have the patriarchy smashed in an hour."
Atlas wanted to learn what women would have to endure. So he lifted the earth on his shoulders and kept it there for an eternity.

The true feminine
I am not sugar and
spice and everything nice.
I am music, I am art.
I am a story. I am a
church bell, gonging out wrongs
and rights and normal nights.
I was baby. I am child. I will
be mother. I don’t mind being
considered beautiful, I do not
allow that to be my
definition. I am a rich
pie strong with knowledge. I
will not be eaten.


– poem written by a third grade student  

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  a woman 

should not have to be 

modest

in order to be

respected
  
 



                       
 
 
 
My daughter will have freedom of choice. She will be free to dance, to sing, to be educated in the fields that spark her passion, to marry if she wants, to marry WHO she wants, to remain single, or to fall in love with another woman. She’ll be able to wear what she wants, put on lipstick, and read books that spark debate and expand her mind. She will be loved, protected, respected, and celebrated. All these things that should be, and will be, basic human rights, are a promise to my daughter. —Lena Headey
If you can’t disagree with a woman without reaching for all those filthy old insults, screw you and your politics.
“I’m sick of ‘liberal’ men whose mask slips every time a woman displeases them, who reach immediately for crude and humiliating words.
“When you do this, Mr. Liberal Cool Guy, you ally yourself, wittingly or not, with the men who send women violent p.ornographic images and r.ape threats, who try by every means possible to intimidate women out of politics and public spaces, both real and digital.

“Every woman I know who has dared express an opinion publicly has endured this kind of abuse at least once, rooted in an apparent determination to humiliate or intimidate her on the basis that she is female.
 
“Femaleness is not a design flaw. If your immediate response to a woman who displeases you is to call her a synonym for her v.ulva, or compare her to a p.rostitute, then drop the pretense and own it: you're not a liberal.” 
—J.K. Rowling
 
My mother sensed a war in her womb,
so she raised me to fight.




I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses.



 





to the men who forgot
I am half God before I am a woman, did you really believe that I would not choose freedom, sky flavored and sea beloved over the prison you kept me in? Did you really think it was that easy to hold my heart that once wed, you could forget me until I was needed? Did you forget that the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron? Did it not strike you, Theseus, Menelaus, Agamemnon, Achilles, and yes, even you Paris, that I would always belong to myself first and that is the only reason I would run?


Did no one ever teach you, that when you try to touch a Goddess, when you treat her like she is property, you are playing with divine fire and you and everything you love will burn?

the gods are not dead. when men speak to me like i can’t read, i feel athena awaken somewhere in my bone structure. her mouth spits words i had forgotten i memorized, facts from the deep pockets of libraries. she revels in the way they stutter at the quickness of my tongue, whispers, here’s what it feels to be above the cities. i know demeter for the way i feel in dirt, i catch sunlight in my palms and beg people to be disgusted at girl unhaunted by pretty, my hair a mess and my legs hairy and my body thick. i’ve kissed aphrodite, i’ve met her not in l.ust only but in the girl who listens like she is tied to your soul. she comes out and we go dancing, unashamed of our sexuality. i have even been her, once or twice, on rare moons where the stars aligned. i know the rage of artemis. i hunt those who hurt my sisters, i slay demons, i run in night with red lips. and i am persephone, always, goddess of the spring, goddess of the pomegranate, of wanting, of riding her own horse to hades, of being two queens. when men take power from me, i hear her whispering. take it back, she says, tongue sweet, ambrosia in the blood stream, take back your city.

the gods are not dead. they live in women. they live in me.

 

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