Noah Berlatsky

Hating sex workers—and treating them as things—can get you money.

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

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

Feminist dystopia at its finest. Joanna Russ imagines a world in which the elimination of gender hierarchy leads to freedom, strength, and power.

At first, this looks like sexism. And then you realize, hey, this is sexism. Hope isn't allowed to do the dangerous job because Pym has put her on a pedestal, and won't let her off it.

"The look on Miley's face during Nicki Minaj's savage, expletive-laden rant says it all," Salon tweeted the day after the VMAs. Less than 140 characters, but still enough to link a black woman to a longstanding racial slur.

Is the gender of the philosopher a marginal curiosity—or is it more central?

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

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