Noah Berlatsky

C.S. Lewis' classic book presents an unlikely challenge to the patriarchy in the form of its true hero, Lucy.

So, if there are so many ways to sing this song, and if it's meant different things at different points, why complain about Beyoncé's version?

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Did the classic Adam West Batman show strike a blow (Kerwhap!) for feminism?