By the time we are women, fear is as familiar to us as air. It is our element. We live in it, we inhale it, we exhale it, and most of the time we do not even notice it.

Under patriarchy, every woman's son is her potential betrayer and also the inevitable rapist or exploiter of another woman.

Men are rewarded for learning the practice of violence in virtually any sphere of activity by money, admiration, recognition, respect, and the genuflection of others honoring their sacred and proven masculinity. In male culture, police are heroic and so are outlaws; males who enforce standards are heroic and so are those who violate them.

Families make possible the super-exploitation of women by training them to look upon their work outside the home as peripheral to their 'true' role.

The tragedy is that women so committed to survival cannot recognize that they are committing suicide.

The essence of oppression is that one is defined from the outside by those who define themselves as superior by criteria of their own choice.

I'm a radical feminist, not the fun kind.