…gender is not sane. It's not sane to call a rainbow black and white.
Kate BornsteinRead
I know I'm not a man-about that much I'm very clear, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably not a woman either, at least not according to a lot of people's rules on this sort of thing. The trouble is, we're living in a world that insists we be one or the other-a world that doesn't bother to tell us exactly what one or the other is.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the confusion surrounding gender identity and societal expectations of being strictly male or female.
Kate Bornstein's quote highlights the struggle with traditional gender roles and the societal pressure to conform to binary classifications of gender. Bornstein reflects on personal identity, suggesting that the rigid definitions imposed by society often fail to encompass the complexity of individual experiences, and emphasizes the importance of recognizing and embracing the fluidity of gender outside conventional norms.
In practice
In a discussion about gender inclusivity in the workplace.
…gender is not sane. It's not sane to call a rainbow black and white.
Let's stop 'tolerating' or 'accepting' difference, as if we're so much better for not being different in the first place. Instead, let's celebrate difference, because in this world it takes a lot of guts to be different.
There's a simple way to look at gender: Once upon a time, someone drew a line in the sans of culture and proclaimed with great self-importance, 'On this site, you are a man; on the other side, you are a woman.' It's time for the winds of change to blow that line away. Simple.
For a man's house is his castle, et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium [and one's home is the safest refuge to everyone].
When you invest in something for so long and you stop and have nothing to fill that space, it can be more of a crisis of identity.
One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It's one of the oldest urges in mankind. It's a way of stalling death.
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
Therefore, if God existed, only in one way could he serve human liberty - by ceasing to exist.
Is it worth it to be born if you cannot remember it later? And, technically speaking, had I ever been born? Other people, of course, said that I was. As far as I know, I was born in late April, at sixty years of age, in a hospital room.
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