I don't like writing. I like having written.

The nineteenth-century wave of feminism was started by older women who had been through the radicalizing experience of getting married and becoming the legal chattel of their husbands (or the equally radicalizing experience of not getting married and being treated as spinsters).

We need to stop raising boys to think that they need to prove their masculinity by being controlling or by not showing emotion or by not being little girls.

Looking at traditional marriages, it seems the surest way for a woman to be alone is to get married.

The only thing I can't stand is discomfort.

Labeling makes the invisible visible, but it's limiting. Categories are the enemy of connecting. Link, don't rank.

Prejudice marks a mental landmine.