Noah Berlatsky

A new Facebook post calls into question cover depictions of hyper-sexualized men and women.

Who is memorialized in death has everything to do with race, class . . . and who you were in life.

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.

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

Art without politics actually results in a sweeping Puritanism. For art to have power, it needs to engage with power, with politics.

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

Talking about race can get you into a lot of trouble . . . especially if you don't have a lot of class power or status.

Some love stories don't end happily. So why do so many romance novels insist they do?

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

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