Noah Berlatsky

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

To understand this debate, it's important to consider historical context.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

Sex and bodies don't clarify gender; they confuse the issue.

Who is memorialized in death has everything to do with race, class . . . and who you were in life.

Art without politics actually results in a sweeping Puritanism. For art to have power, it needs to engage with power, with politics.