Every Time A Man Unburdens

Human Beings Have An Unalienable Right To Invent Themselves; When That Right Is Pre-empted It Is Called Brain-washing.

Yet If A Woman Never Lets Herself Go, How Will She Ever Know How Far She Might Have Got? If She Never Takes Off Her High-heeled Shoes, How Will She Ever Know How Far She Could Walk Or How Fast She Could Run?

There Has Come Into Existence, Chiefly In America, A Breed Of Men Who Claim To Be Feminists. They Imagine That They Have Understood What Women Want And That They Are Capable Of Giving It To Them. They Help With The Dishes At Home And Make Their Own Coffee In The Office, Basking The While In The Refulgent Consciousness Of Virtue. Such Men Are Apt To Think Of The True Male Feminists As Utterly Chauvinistic.

Women Who Were Housewives, Who Were Pretty Miserable ... Felt Inspired By Her Book And Their Life Changed. They Didn't Become Megastars, But They Became A Librarian Or Something. I've Heard Women Say Again And Again When The Subject Of Germaine Comes Up: 'well, Her Book Changed My Life For The Better.' And They'll Be Modest Women Living Pretty Ordinary Lives, But Better Lives.

I Find That Those Men Who Are Personally Most Polite To Women, Who Call Them Angels And All That, Cherish In Secret The Greatest Contempt For Them.