Noah Berlatsky

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

"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.

With the prospect of another Bush/Clinton presidential contest looming as ominously as Donald Trump's hairpiece, the word "dynasty" seems to be frothing off of many a pundit's keyboard. "Clinton, Bush struggle to shed dynasty labels," a Washington Post headline declared.

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."

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

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

According to an Academy Awards voter, the right sort of people, with the right sort of education and connections, can't be racist.

"I believe that, in order to address these problems, we need to first understand how we got here."

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

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