Noah Berlatsky

For once, central character Andrew's flaws are tied up in the fact that he is—wait for it—fundamentally decent.

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

Last year there was much excitement at the announcement that Lupita Nyong'o was going to play a major role in Star Wars: The Force Awakens — the first Black woman to star in the franchise.

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

english lit academic. wish fulfiller. thwarted world-changer.

The cover for A-Force is a combination of tired trope and deodorant ad. Female empowerment can do so much better.

The loss of gospel history has meant forgetting how important black women have been to American performance styles.

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

To read Massive isn't to discover a hidden truth, but to see a massive, obvious fact, bulging out for all the world to see.

At first, this looks like sexism. And then you realize, hey, this is sexism. Hope isn't allowed to do the dangerous job because Pym has put her on a pedestal, and won't let her off it.