Noah Berlatsky

The MIT professor recently wrote that feminist literature left him "terrified" of his sexual desire. But is Dworkin to blame?

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.

Can a popular author also be celebrated for literary quality? Not if that author is a woman like Austen.

I am on my knees in 15-degree weather scrubbing poop from the sidewalk, and I have an epiphany of sorts—I do not want this dog.

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

It's worth questioning some of our assumptions about adolescent inferiority.

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

Iin a passionate Facebook thread last week, children's author Meg Rosoff rejected the idea that there are "too few books for marginalized young people," as librarian Edith Edi Campbell had suggested.

So, if there are so many ways to sing this song, and if it's meant different things at different points, why complain about Beyoncé's version?