Rebekah

“Being a woman means being told to speak up for yourself in one breath, and to shut up in the next. It means fighting all the fucking time.”
― Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name

“Emilia wondered if the best revenge against those trying to erase you was, simply, existing.”
― Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name

“you have any clue what it’s like to be a woman?” “Is that a trick question?” “It’s being judged constantly. For your clothes. For your curves. It’s being told every time you turn on the TV that you have to be thinner or more beautiful. It means doing the same job as a man and getting paid less for it. It means if you age naturally you’re letting yourself go, and if you get work done, you’re trying too hard.” She drew in a shaky breath. “Being a woman means being told to speak up for yourself”
― Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name

“I once read an article about that,” Melina said. “When women talk twenty-five percent of the time in a room, people think it feels balanced. If they talk twenty-five to fifty percent of the time, it’s seen as monopolizing the discussion.” “Maybe if men were smarter, we wouldn’t have to keep explaining for that other twenty-five percent,” Letitia huffed.”
― Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name