Noah Berlatsky

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 white woman, Swift can afford to celebrate carelessness. Beyoncé, though, knows that even her casualness has to be perfect.

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.

Talking about race can get you into a lot of trouble . . . especially if you don't have a lot of class power or status.

Can a popular author also be celebrated for literary quality? Not if that author is a woman like Austen.

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

Critics say call-out culture is mean-spirited and bullying. Not so fast.

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

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