The meetings of such groups, the vehicles of both social action and sociability, were the framework of life in any small community; but here in the city they seemed much less important. One was not necessary to them; there were always others ready to run things, and doing it well enough.
Urusula K. Le Guin: The Dispossessed
I am not an angry girl
But it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my anger
And never to their own fear
Ani DiFranco: Not a Pretty Girl
Nobody says they have a windows boyfriend but actually those are all over the place?
My husband's girlfriend's husband just called me up
How messed up is that?
It's so insane that I have to laugh
But then I think about our two boys trying to become men
There's nothing funny about that
The Chicks: Sleep At Night
And the truth is that anyone can clearly see that humanity is split into two categories of individuals with manifestly different clothes, faces, bodies, smiles, movements, interests, and occupations; these differences are perhaps superficial; perhaps they are destined to disappear. What is certain is that for the moment they exist in a strikingly obvious way.
Simone de Beauvoir: The Second Sex
