Noah Berlatsky

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

While Atwood's feminist dystopia remains our favorite nightmarish future, Marge Piercy's Woman On The Edge Of Time is far superior.

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

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

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

The founder of the brilliant fyeahblackrockmusic Tumblr talks racial politics, Kelis, and . . . the Doobie Brothers?

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.

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."

As a parent, you tend to assume that you have some say in forming your child's mental landscape. Then Santa comes along.