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).

A woman reading Playboy feels a little like a Jew reading a Nazi manual.

There's no emotion more revolutionary than empathy.

Evil is obvious only in retrospect.

I think if we could raise one generation of kids without violence and shaming, we don't know what might be possible.

It's not okay for a woman to be in control of her own body, her own reproductive system, much less of her life. There's opposition even to that. So passivity is rewarded as feminine.

The surest way to be alone is to get married.