Noah Berlatsky

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.

Bus ads comparing Muslims to Hitler have been replaced with images of a superhero. And not just any superhero.

It's hard to deny the appeal of the masculine ideal, especially when embodied in Jude Law. And yet, it's also a depressing vision.

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

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

David Ress' Aphexswift is genius precisely because it's so unlikely.

A Ghostbusters with a female cast is a thorough violation of the spirit of the original. And that's a good thing.

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

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

Is it insulting to ask about the greatest female comics creator?