Noah Berlatsky

Maddie & Tae's new hit both indicates and subverts country's long history of sexism.

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.

Lower your standards, live in moderate amounts of filth, and go to bed early. The cat will thank you.

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 not the gender that's the problem: It's the oppression.

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

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.

David Ress' Aphexswift is genius precisely because it's so unlikely.

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

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