Gosh, isn’t Simone de Beauvoir so saucy? Listen to how she jaunts this fellow Claude Mauriac in The Second Sex:
Claude Mauriac - whose great originality is admired by all - could (or at least thought he could) write regarding woman: “We listen on a tone of polite indifference…to the most brilliant among them, well knowing that her wit reflects more or less luminously ideas that come from us.” Evidently the speaker referred to is not reflecting the ideas of Mauriac himself, for no one knows of his having any. […] What is really remarkable is that by using the questionable we he identifies himself with St. Paul, Hegel, Lenin, and Nietzche, and from the lofty eminence of their grandeur looks down disdainfully upon the bevy of women who make bold to converse with him on a footing of equality. In truth, I know of more than one woman who would refuse to suffer with patience Mauriac’s “tone of polite indifference.”
And that’s only the introduction! There are 700 or so more pages of sass to go, not to mention all the groundbreaking analysis on the conditions of “becoming woman”.

Also, here she and Sartre are having a staring contest to see who hemorrhages first under the objectifying look of the Other. Sartre just seems like he’s cheating because of his somewhat lazy eye.