The real theater of the sex war is the domestic hearth.
The sight of women talking together has always made men uneasy; nowadays it means rank subversion.
The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.
The house wife is an unpaid employee in her husband's house in return for the security of being a permanent employee.
Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.
We in the West do not refrain from childbirth because we are concerned about the population explosion or because we feel we cannot afford children, but because we do not like children.
Yet if a woman never lets herself go, how will she ever know how far she might have got? If she never takes off her high-heeled shoes, how will she ever know how far she could walk or how fast she could run?
Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.
Women are reputed never to be disgusted. The sad fact is that they often are, but not with men; following the lead of men, they are most often disgusted with themselves.
What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.