Child-rearing can be a tedious and thankless undertaking.

When are we going to realize that hating other women - no matter how much money they have or how far they've fallen - is just as bad for ourselves as it is for anyone else?

Men take what women make and claim it as their own.Men don’t love childrenThey kill them in a heartbeat to hurt a woman

Men in their hearts hate women. It doesn’t matter how much we love them. They hate us”

It's become impossible to enjoy most quality television shows because the hurt or endangered women device is so frequently used.

It seems odd that we continue to worry about the reputations of men who are accused of sexual wrong-doings.

If your husband is cheating on you, it doesn't mean that you need to get prettier -- it means he's a scumbag.

Something you hear a lot is that feminism dead. But if feminism is dead, why do people try so hard to kill it?

It's time to teach our daughters that their ability to be good people depends on their being good people, not on whether or not they're sexually active.

Wedding fever is one of the scariest diseases I have ever seen.

Once you get married, women are still implicitly expected to do the majority of the housework and take care of any future children.

Owning Languages, Owning identities.

We are not as frail as the strings would make us believe.

You don't know it... but you can play dumb - right!?

Sleep faster we need the pillows.

I don’t believe in eye-for-an-eye. The most incredible, sustainable, beautiful movements have been non-violent movements of civil disobedience.

The Enlightenment view of mankind is a complete myth. It leads us into thinking we're sane and rational creatures most of the time, and we're not.

Poetry should only occupy the idle.

Kundalini cures you, she improves you, she bestows all the blissful things upon you. She takes you away from the worries of grosser level.

It's not sometimes realistic to think that something magical can happen, but I think I look for the magic.

the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat