The 'feminine' woman is forever static and childlike. She is like the ballerina in an old-fashioned music box, her unchanging features tiny and girlish, her voice tinkly, her body stuck on a pin, rotating in a spiral that will never grow.

The piles of makeup and the insistence on frills and ribbons and bows was not at all attuned to my feminist views.

Gender is really varied and complicated and sort of infinitely individualistic.

I've never believed that women have some special, essentialist qualities, or were more nurturing, cooperative, and morally superior.

The women's movement. . . has proved women's own worst enemy.

Women are enslaved by their own liberation.

Divorced men are more likely to meet their car payments than their child support obligations.