Poem About Sexism Novelas e Histórias

She hissed back furiously as Greyson blinked in surprise. "If there are beasts such as this, then why not have them fight in all of your battles?" Greyson asked, "Surely they would be more cost effective in terms of lives lost than throwing our men at Eromaug?" "You have women amongst your ranks too," Lexi seethed, "Don't add sexism and misogyny to the list of things that irritate me about you." "It's an expression Lexi..." Allen interjected before it escalated further.

If you choose to think that a simple, lighthearted exchange of words between a man and a woman is tantamount to an offer of sex, then I feel sorry for you—or rather, I feel sorry for the women who are the victims of your prejudice, should they happen to indulge in what they think is lighthearted conversation with you. Your sex does not indulge in lighthearted conversation. It plans the course of its words with military precision—from the minute a woman makes an approach to a man to the minute he hands over to her the reward she has already decided he will give her in exchange for the pleasure of her company.’ "That is just cynical and unfair. There may be some women who do do that, but—’ ‘So

Seeing his arched eyebrow, I begin to explain the reason behind my apology, “I didn't mean to make fun of you. It's alright to be scared. We can't always be brave and strong.” His calculating gaze casts on me for a few seconds, regarding the honesty of my face. When he finds no evidence that I'm still pulling his leg, he nods his head, “You may be the first woman who apologises when there's no fault to begin with.” I narrow my eyes at him, glaring. “Don't be sexist. It's not hard for women to apologise. It's just that they are rarely wrong.” I flip my hair before leaning on my seat. “Oh, trust me.” His voice is smug just like his face, “I'm talking from real experience. Women don't like to a

His resentment stemmed from being passed over for the job. "Beauty and competence are not mutually exclusive, Bob," Emily said, her voice steady. "If you're dismissing someone's skills based on appearance, isn't that a form of sexism?" “Sexism has nothing to do with it,” Bob retorted, standing firm. “If there were some young pretty boy sitting here instead of you, I’d question him just the same. Stardream Group is one of the top architectural firms in Europe, and we don’t let just anyone lead our design department. I won’t accept it unless I see proof.”

Her annoyance bubbled over in her voice, “This is ridiculous! I’ve earned it. You can’t just—” “I can and I have,” he interrupted, as he kept his eyes locked with mine, “You took too damn long, and I need someone with the bigger balls than you to get shit done.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Actually, Mr. Costello, the term you're looking for is ‘more ovaries.’ Linking courage to manliness is outdated and sexist. Women are far more resilient than you give us credit for,” I shot back. He raised an eyebrow, a begrudging smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Mr. Hendricks.” I nodded once. “And the others?” “They agreed.” Of course they did. Cowards always traveled in packs. A group of misogynistic men can't stop me. I rose from my chair and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city stretched out below me, busy and indifferent, completely unaware of the war raging inside these walls. A week ago, I finally stopped fighting grief. Now I was fighting sexism, moles, corruption, and my own terrible taste in men.

he said, looking at the wall in front of him. "You mean to tell me that you haven’t had any women? Not even the one staring intently at you right now?" I said pointing at a blonde staring down the hall. Axel turned and looked at her, "That? That’s nobody, just hobbies." "I could say the same, or I can’t and you can?" I asked with a raised eyebrow "That would be sexism". "I would never dare," he said, laughing. I laughed with him too, feeling my heart galloping through my chest while he and I were locked in our bubble.

“What has you so angry anyway? I didn’t realise my personal affairs mattered so much to you.” “They don’t. But you men live by the myth that this is a man’s world, and we’re just guests. Us women need to stick together, and I won’t see one hurt because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.” “Actually, she was the one with her pussy hanging out. My dick was firmly zipped away, but please… don’t let that stop your sexist rant. It’s so enlightening.” “Fuck you. Don’t touch anyone else whilst you stay here. Or I will tell Violet.”

"I found out that they were all just a bunch of sexist pigs. Just because I don't have a dick, I can't cuss, I can't rule over them, and I can't wear dresses that show cleavage. It really pissed me off." "Don't listen to them. I bet they're just insecure that a woman is ruling over them so they try to use all that macho man bullshit to bully you so you step down. I have trust in you. Don't cower in front of them. You're a tough ass bitch."

"Even if I did allow it, Maria's mate was not happy when he found out about what they did and I don't suppose any other man would be happy about their girl fighting either." "You think I'm happy about you fighting?" I asked. "Watching you go off to war knowing you might never come back?" He wrapped his arms around me and guided my head to rest on his shoulder. "Why does it only ever apply one way, Leo?" I questioned. "Men can do anything even if their mate doesn't want them to but women can only do what their mate permits?" "Because that's the way it is, Ells," he said. "Call it sexism or whatever you like, it's not gonna change."