Noah Berlatsky

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."

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.

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.

In the U.S., anti-Semitism is universally condemned. This means that, effectively, anti-Semitism doesn't exist.

Banks' "Ice Princess" video shows that it's not only white people who can pick up someone else's culture.

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

Rodriguez is confused when she says that people want her to steal white people's superheroes. But she also has a point.

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

These covers remind us of the lengthy, rich—but often obscured—history of female songwriters.

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