Noah Berlatsky

It's hard to deny the appeal of the masculine ideal, especially when embodied in Jude Law. And yet, it's also a depressing vision.

A new Facebook post calls into question cover depictions of hyper-sexualized men and women.

If my wife and son had thought bubbles above their heads, like in the comics, you would be able to read them saying, "dog dog dog dog dog dog dog."

As a parent, you tend to assume that you have some say in forming your child's mental landscape. Then Santa comes along.

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

The surface text of the film is that you can't trust some guys. The (barely) subtext is that you can't trust any guys.

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

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.

Female masturbation is sexy in part because it flirts with lesbianism. For male masturbation, it's a different story.

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