Noah Berlatsky

With the prospect of another Bush/Clinton presidential contest looming as ominously as Donald Trump's hairpiece, the word "dynasty" seems to be frothing off of many a pundit's keyboard. "Clinton, Bush struggle to shed dynasty labels," a Washington Post headline declared.

Can a popular author also be celebrated for literary quality? Not if that author is a woman like Austen.

Rodriguez is confused when she says that people want her to steal white people's superheroes. But she also has a point.

Rather than seeing Beyoncé's sexual performance as linked to destruction, we can consider whether eroticism might be an alternative to violence.

Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Edith Piaf: they're all still practically household names.

Metal aggression isn't sexual, but existential. As a result, women in the genre are both rare and unexpectedly equal.

Genre boundaries are conscious of race—and, in the case of rock, conscious of gender too.

The MIT professor recently wrote that feminist literature left him "terrified" of his sexual desire. But is Dworkin to blame?

Is the gender of the philosopher a marginal curiosity—or is it more central?

Action movies don't usually bother much with romance. The trailer for The Transporter: Refueled certainly doesn't. The hero is cool — sexy women, plural, throw themselves at him, or at least stand near him and things blow up; there are fights and revenge and high production values. Romance is, at best, a secondary concern.