Noah Berlatsky

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

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

I am on my knees in 15-degree weather scrubbing poop from the sidewalk, and I have an epiphany of sorts—I do not want this dog.

So, if there are so many ways to sing this song, and if it's meant different things at different points, why complain about Beyoncé's version?

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

The surface text of the film is that you can't trust some guys. The (barely) subtext is that you can't trust any guys.

David Ress' Aphexswift is genius precisely because it's so unlikely.

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

Did the classic Adam West Batman show strike a blow (Kerwhap!) for feminism?

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