If women are differentiated only by superficial physical attributes, men appear more individual and irreplaceable than they really are.

[U]nless oppressed groups stick together, and on alliances of self interest rather than do-goodism; nothing can be accomplished in the long run to dismantle the apparatus of oppression.

Thus her whole identity hangs in the balance of her love life. She is allowed to love herself only if a man finds her worthy of love.

The bar is the male kingdom. For centuries it was the bastion of male privilege, the gathering place for men away from their women, a place where men could go to freely indulge in The Bull Session.

...he will go to his grave feeling cheated, never realizing that there isn't much difference between one woman and the other, that it is the loving that creates the difference.

The classic trap for any revolutionary is always, 'What's your alternative?

Emancipated' women found out that the honesty, generosity, and camaraderie of men was a lie.