The state of female artists is very good. But the very definition of art has been biased in that ‘art’ was what men did in a European tradition and ‘crafts’ were what women and natives did. But it’s actually all the same.
Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice! That’s the condition of the female. Women have been conditioned to sacrifice for centuries.
Much of the demand for women in combat comes from female officers who are eager for medals and promotions.
If a man is a writer, everybody tiptoes around past the locked door of the breadwinner. But if you’re an ordinary female housewife, people say, ‘This is just something Barbara wanted to do; it’s not professional.’
I was amazed to realize that for many Westerners, Scheherezade was considered a lovely but simple-minded entertainer, someone who relates innocuous tales and dresses fabulously. In our part of the world, Scheherezade is perceived as a courageous heroine and is one of our rare female mythological figures.
What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.
How do you keep the black female body present, and how do you own value for something that society won’t give value to? It’s a question I try to answer through my own life.
Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.
One of the greatest gifts of Black feminism to ourselves has been to make it a little easier simply to be Black and female.
I was gravely warned by some of my female acquaintances that no woman could expect to be regarded as a lady after she had written a book.