Working women wore hats. It was the only way they would take you seriously.
Our struggle was political, ideological and economic, and we felt we couldn’t make something of ourselves unless we bettered society. We saw the two together.
I spend all day figuring out how to beat the machine and knock the crap out of the political power structure.
A woman’s place is in the house – the House of Representatives.
I am not a centrist.
I’m a politician. I run for office. That’s my profession.
We are coming down from our pedestal and up from the laundry room.
Our struggle today is not to have a female Einstein get appointed as an assistant professor. It is for a woman schlemiel to get as quickly promoted as a male schlemiel.
When I first became a lawyer, only 2% of the bar was women. People would always think I was a secretary. In those days, professional women in the business world wore hats. So I started wearing hats.
I prefer the word ‘homemaker’ because ‘housewife’ always implies that there may be a wife someplace else.
The test for whether or not you can hold a job should not be the arrangement of your chromosomes.
I began wearing hats as a young lawyer because it helped me to establish my professional identity. Before that, whenever I was at a meeting, someone would ask me to get coffee.
The establishment is made up of little men, very frightened.
All of the men on my staff can type.
Imperfect though it may be, the Beijing Platform for Action is the strongest statement of consensus on women’s equality, empowerment and justice ever produced by governments.