Noah Berlatsky

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

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

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.

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

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

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."

Fans of Batgirl are fans of Batgirl. They buy her comic to see her being heroic, not to see her being a slasher movie victim.

Did the classic Adam West Batman show strike a blow (Kerwhap!) for feminism?

Genre boundaries are conscious of race—and, in the case of rock, conscious of gender too.

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