Noah Berlatsky

With the death of Leonard Nimoy, it's a good moment to pay tribute to (and question) his most famous character.

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

Sex and bodies don't clarify gender; they confuse the issue.

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 rom-com's worshipping of power and wealth comes with a gender twist.

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."

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

If you want America to relearn how to hate white Jews, the quickest way to do that is to associate them with black people.

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.

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