Noah Berlatsky

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

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

"I believe that, in order to address these problems, we need to first understand how we got here."

Rather than seeing Beyoncé's sexual performance as linked to destruction, we can consider whether eroticism might be an alternative to violence.

For a second, it looked like the rabid hordes of gamergaters would be joined by metalheads. But #metalgate was never meant to be.

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

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

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.

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.

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.