Noah Berlatsky

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

Writing can be hard and uncomfortable and precarious—but it's hard and uncomfortable and precarious in the way that any job can be.

Genre boundaries are conscious of race—and, in the case of rock, conscious of gender too.

Conservative fetishization of the past is myopic, simplistic, and mean-spirited—but progressives can be too quick to cede tradition.

Talking about race can get you into a lot of trouble . . . especially if you don't have a lot of class power or status.

Under the guise of philanthropy, 8 Minutes essentially blackmails some of the most marginalized and powerless people in society.

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

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

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.

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