Noah Berlatsky

For once, central character Andrew's flaws are tied up in the fact that he is—wait for it—fundamentally decent.

While Atwood's feminist dystopia remains our favorite nightmarish future, Marge Piercy's Woman On The Edge Of Time is far superior.

According to an Academy Awards voter, the right sort of people, with the right sort of education and connections, can't be racist.

These covers remind us of the lengthy, rich—but often obscured—history of female songwriters.

At first, this looks like sexism. And then you realize, hey, this is sexism. Hope isn't allowed to do the dangerous job because Pym has put her on a pedestal, and won't let her off it.

Lower your standards, live in moderate amounts of filth, and go to bed early. The cat will thank you.

Bus ads comparing Muslims to Hitler have been replaced with images of a superhero. And not just any superhero.

Daredevil focuses on the dynamics of heroism—the display of strength and violence as a way to distance oneself from weakness.

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.

I am on my knees in 15-degree weather scrubbing poop from the sidewalk, and I have an epiphany of sorts—I do not want this dog.