Noah Berlatsky

To read Massive isn't to discover a hidden truth, but to see a massive, obvious fact, bulging out for all the world to see.

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."

Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Edith Piaf: they're all still practically household names.

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

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

As a white woman, Swift can afford to celebrate carelessness. Beyoncé, though, knows that even her casualness has to be perfect.

Fifth Harmony is nobody's idea of a roots band.

Critics say call-out culture is mean-spirited and bullying. Not so fast.

Is the gender of the philosopher a marginal curiosity—or is it more central?

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