Noah Berlatsky

Conservative fetishization of the past is myopic, simplistic, and mean-spirited—but progressives can be too quick to cede tradition.

A Ghostbusters with a female cast is a thorough violation of the spirit of the original. And that's a good thing.

It's worth questioning some of our assumptions about adolescent inferiority.

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.

The history of pop music, and of black pop music in particular, has always been gay history.

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.

Fifth Harmony is nobody's idea of a roots band.

David Ress' Aphexswift is genius precisely because it's so unlikely.

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

There's a good argument to be made that the earliest, and the best, rockabilly performers were women. Slicked-back, hiccuping, hopped up cool.