Noah Berlatsky

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

Critics say call-out culture is mean-spirited and bullying. Not so fast.

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.

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

Their sexuality traps and destroys male innocence, as they grad hold, by the penis- the better to lead him to castration. Make no mistake that castration is greeted with fear, terror, and disgust—but also with glee. Women as super villains allow their characters to be super powerful; a force for evil is at least a force. In a media landscape where women are often rendered secondary, invisible, and passive, the femme fatale, in her icy violence, seizes female agency along with the phallus that she so efficiently cuts off.

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

C.S. Lewis' classic book presents an unlikely challenge to the patriarchy in the form of its true hero, Lucy.

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

According to an Academy Awards voter, the right sort of people, with the right sort of education and connections, can't be racist.

Banks' "Ice Princess" video shows that it's not only white people who can pick up someone else's culture.