Noah Berlatsky

Under the guise of philanthropy, 8 Minutes essentially blackmails some of the most marginalized and powerless people in society.

Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Edith Piaf: they're all still practically household names.

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.

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

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

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

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."

Illicit passions aren't less enjoyable because they're illicit. Quite the contrary.

"The look on Miley's face during Nicki Minaj's savage, expletive-laden rant says it all," Salon tweeted the day after the VMAs. Less than 140 characters, but still enough to link a black woman to a longstanding racial slur.

Is the gender of the philosopher a marginal curiosity—or is it more central?