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Utterly distasteful - I hope Crichton was just channelling 90's male rage at the shifting power balance. But I'm afraid he was just simply a bitter man writing from his own fears and lack of insight.
“I keep coming back to the idea that we have to make allowances for women. We have to cut them a little slack."
“And of course, she's a woman. That's a real limitation, being a woman."
"All right. Let's say she did. An error of judgment, let's call it. An overstepping of bounds. The point is, Tom, faced with a situation like this, I still strongly support her."
"Why?"
"Because she's a woman."
"Pale males eat it again. I tell you. Sometimes I get so sick of the constant pressure to appoint women. I mean, look at this design group. We've got forty percent women here, better than any other division, but they always say, why don't you have more. More women, more-"
"Mark," he said, interrupting. "It's a different world now."
"And not a better one," Lewyn said. "It's hurting everybody. Look: when I started in DigiCom, there was only one question. Are you good? If you were good, you got hired. If you could cut it, you stayed. No more. Now, ability is only one of the priorities. There's also the question of whether you're the right sex and skin color to fill out the company's HR profiles. And if you turn out to be incompetent, we can't fire you. Pretty soon, we start to get junk like this Twinkle drive. Because no one's accountable anymore. No one is responsible. You can't build products on a theory. Because the product you're making is real. And if it stinks, it stinks. And no one will buy it."
“Wait a minute. Coming over here to this meeting, I pass the women at the espresso bar, and what are they talking about? Whether Richard Gere has better buns than Mel Gibson. They're talking about the crack in the ass, lift and separate, all that stuff. I don't see why they can talk about-".
"The system," Johnson said. "That's the problem. I was raped by the fucking system."
“One man in particular, let's call him Mr. Piggy, has been especially vindictive. Mr. Piggy can't tolerate a woman supervisor, and for weeks he has been running a bitter campaign of innuendo inside the company to keep it from happening. When that failed, Mr. Piggy claimed that his new boss sexually assaulted him, and nearly raped him, in her offices. The blatant hostility of this claim is matched only by its absurdity. Some of you may wonder how a woman could rape a man. The answer is, of course, she can't. Rape is a crime of violence. It is exclusively a crime of males, who use rape with appalling frequency to keep women in their place. That is the deep truth of our society, and of all other societies before ours. For their part, women simply do not oppress men. Women are powerless in the hands of men."
"Even if there is, what can it show? That she pinched his butt a little? She made a couple of jokes? What's the big deal? Men have been doing that for hundreds of years. Give me a break. So this guy gets a little pinch, and he starts screaming bloody murder. That's not normal behavior in a man. This guy obviously hates and demeans women. That's clear, just to look at him.”
Walsh stepped back. "Look. Maybe you've got some kind of a technical legal case here, and maybe you don't. But as far as I'm concerned, you're just another minority woman trying to get ahead with the patriarchy by getting down on her knees. If you had any self-respect you wouldn't be doing their dirty work for them."
”Every woman I know works harder than any man.”
”Sure, make it my fault. I'm the one with the problem. Fucking men."
"This is because a woman got your job, isn't it."
"I mean, there must be a reason she accused you. You must have done something."
He felt suddenly strong, and got out of bed and started pacing. "What does being a man have to do with it? Am I going to hear how oppressed you are again now?"
"Listen," she said, sitting straighter. "Women are oppressed. It's a fact."
"Is it? How are you oppressed? You never wash a load of clothes. You never cook a meal. You never sweep a floor. Somebody does all that for you. You have somebody to do everything for you. You have somebody to take the kids to school and somebody to pick them up. You're a partner in a law firm, for Christ's sake. You're about as oppressed as Leona Helmsley."
She was staring at him in astonishment. He knew why: Susan had made her oppression speech many times before, and he had never contradicted her. Over time, with repetition it had become an accepted idea in their marriage. Now he was disagreeing. He was changing the rules.
"Hey Mr. Piggy, Suwee! Suwee!"
"Couldn't get it up, huh?"
“Mr. Piggy speaks! Oink oink."
"If Meredith Johnson pulled off her pants for me, I sure wouldn't call the police about it. No way, Jose!"
"Service with a smile!"
"Hard charger!"
"Ladies first! Ka-jung! Ka-jung!"
"Because I used to fuck her, but it's all over now . . ."
“WHY DON'T YOU JUST ADMIT YOU ARE GAY?”
“SHE'S BETTER LOOKING THAN YOUR ASSISTANT, AND YOU DIDN'T SEEM TO MIND SCREWING HER.”
“YOU SLIMY WEASEL - GET OUT OF THIS COMPANY."
“LITTLE TOMMY HAD A PECKER HE PLAYED WITH EVERY DAY. BUT WHEN A LADY TRIED TO TOUCH IT LITTLE TOMMY SAID GO AWAY.”
“IF YOU WEREN'T FUCKING YOUR DAUGHTER SO MUCH YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO”
“GUYS LIKE YOU GIVE MEN A BAD NAME YOU ASSHOLE.”
“YOU FILTHY LYING MALE PIG”
"Since you asked," Cherry said, "I've got a small problem. It's delicate. Sexual harassment thing."
"Another one? It seems like that's all we have around here."
"Us and everybody else," Cherry said. "I hear UniCom's got fourteen suits going right now. Digital Graphics has even more. And MicroSym, look out. They're all pigs over there, anyway. But I'd like your read on this."
"Title VII, Federal Court. Client's a woman who worked at MicroTech, claimed she wasn't promoted because she was a female. Not a very strong case, to tell the truth. Because she drank, and so on. There were problems. But we have a gal in our firm, Louise Fernandez, a Hispanic gal, and she is just lethal on these discrimination cases. Lethal. Got the jury to award our client nearly half a million. That Fernandez can work the case law like nothing you've ever seen. She's won fourteen of her last sixteen cases. She acts so sweet and demure, and inside, she's just ice. I tell you, sometimes women scare the hell out of me."
An extended page-long story about a man unfairly accused of child molestation by an evil child psychologist who had ruined many men’s lives. The story has no relevance to the plot except to further establish male victimhood. It leads with “But there was another kind of fear that only men felt.” As if Crichton is unaware that women have also been the victims of false child molestation accusations?
At least 3 well-described cases of the antagonist sexually harassing other men and the implication that there are a half-dozen others.
Constance Walsh [evil feminist] was fired by the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and sued the paper for wrongful termination and sexual discrimination under Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964. The paper settled out of court.
Philip Blackburn [evil man who supports feminists] was named chief counsel at Silicon Holographics of Mountain View, California, a company twice as large as DigiCom. He was later elected Chairman of the Ethics Panel of the San Francisco Bar Association.
Meredith Johnson [evil female executive who uses her gender to get ahead] was named Vice President for Operations and Planning at IBM's Paris office. She subsequently married the United States Ambassador to France, Edward Harmon, following his divorce. She has since retired from business.
Mark Lewyn [good employee] was charged with sexual harassment under Title VII by an employee of the Design Group. Although Lewyn was cleared of the charge, his wife filed for divorce not long after the investigation was concluded.
Richard Jackson of Aldus [good employee] was charged with sexual harassment under Title VII by an employee of American DataHouse, a wholesale distributor for Aldus. After an investigation, Aldus fired Jackson.