Sarah Gladstone

In case you didn’t know, Neville Longbottom is allllll grown up.

This is the funniest movie about abortion that you will probably ever see.

A look into Aubrey Plaza's Latina pride.

Kids see it, we see it, the American people see it: Disney princesses perpetuate an unrealistic portrayal of the female body.

Word bombs like "hey baby" or “let me see that smile" create metaphysical clashes on the streets calling into question whether petulant catcalls are misogynistic (but harmless) or are actually societally sanctioned sexual abuse.

Miley seems to be predictable only in the sense that we can always expect a controversy spilling from her lips. (Or loins.)

Leave it to parents to teach us all those pesky lessons in life, like some things are worth more than cookies and swimming pools. (Impossible.)

Sherlock fans, come on get happy!

Why are women so content with being a cold, distant, light-stealing stone?

As Americans we have fallen prey to a particular "look" —namely white and thin—and suffer from an inability to shatter it. The result? A backhanded compliment of the hybrid variety: “You’re pretty . . . for a black girl.”