Women have two choices: Either they’re feminists or masochists.
I do not like to write – I like to have written.
At my graduation, I thought we had to marry what we wished to become. Now you are becoming the men you once would have wished to marry.
Feminism has never been about getting a job for one woman. It’s about making life more fair for women everywhere. It’s not about a piece of the existing pie; there are too many of us for that. It’s about baking a new pie.
But somewhere within each of us, buried at varying depths depending on the age and degree of neglect or abuse, shame or coercion we endured, there is a resistant, daydreaming, rebellious, creative, unique child – a true self who is waiting.
No one can give us power. If we aren’t part of the process of taking it, we won’t be strong enough to use it.
If you say, I’m for equal pay, that’s a reform. But if you say. I’m a feminist, that’s a transformation of society.
I would say don’t worry about what you should do, do whatever you can. And seek companions with shared values.
Inner space is the real frontier.
I never quite trust futurists because I think they’re kind of telling us what they think our future should be.
It’s endlessly interesting to be organizing and hearing possible solutions or thinking of possible solutions and how to put efforts together. It makes everything else boring, actually.
In the late ’60s, people were saying we need power to, not power over. Power to do, accomplish, create, not power over other people.
It’s obviously a great sign of growth and success that the media no longer try to embody the bigness and diversity of the women’s movement in one person. Only a diverse group can symbolize a movement.
The same big TV antenna dwarfed each roof, as though life here could only be bearable if lived elsewhere in the imagination.
If men started taking care of children, the job will become more valuable.
Liberation does not come from outside.
The definition of woman’s work is shitwork.
The political is personal.
Evil is obvious only in retrospect.
Most art in the world does not have a capital ‘A,’ but is a way of turning everyday objects into personal expressions.