Noah Berlatsky

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

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

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.

To understand this debate, it's important to consider historical context.

The Lord of the Flies can feel like a vacation spot for conflict-management consultants in comparison to social media.

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

The loss of gospel history has meant forgetting how important black women have been to American performance styles.

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.

Irritation is the way of all flesh. The question is, if you're going to be annoyed for all of eternity, who do you want to be doing the annoying?