Noah Berlatsky

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

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

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.

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

Rather than seeing Beyoncé's sexual performance as linked to destruction, we can consider whether eroticism might be an alternative to violence.

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

Let's not ignore the fact that the original James Bonds wasn't just white. He was a white supremacist.

For a second, it looked like the rabid hordes of gamergaters would be joined by metalheads. But #metalgate was never meant to be.

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.

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