Noah Berlatsky

The rom-com's worshipping of power and wealth comes with a gender twist.

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

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

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."

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

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

"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.

Hating sex workers—and treating them as things—can get you money.

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

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.