Noah Berlatsky

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

These covers remind us of the lengthy, rich—but often obscured—history of female songwriters.

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

It's not the gender that's the problem: It's the oppression.

For once, central character Andrew's flaws are tied up in the fact that he is—wait for it—fundamentally decent.

Metal aggression isn't sexual, but existential. As a result, women in the genre are both rare and unexpectedly equal.

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

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

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

Irritation is the way of all flesh. The question is, if you're going to be annoyed for all of eternity, who do you want to be doing the annoying?