After reading the various box office number reviews for Best Man Holiday, the mantra for the African-American moviegoer this weekend should be: Can I live?
How different would life have been for those of us who grew up in the '70s and ‘80s if we'd seen more women like this on TV?
If someone wrote this book about me, it would be called Ashley, Fat and Talkative.
Why are queer movies so frequently terrible?
Rape is a lazy plot device that -- nine times out of ten -- ends up being handled in such a hamfisted way that it makes me throw things at the screen.
I mean, I basically had to. My mom watched it, my grandma watched it, my aunts watched it and even an uncle of mine taped it every day to watch when he got home from work.
I've been known to shout "Nooooooooooo!" after starting a car and having the radio greet me with a late-'90s boy-band rendition of an age-old Christmas carol I didn't like in the first place.
Intent doesn't mean much when what you're doing is still causing damage by perpetuating racist stereotypes.
Yes, these are movies that make being cold seem appealing.
It’s important to live one’s life as if it’s a movie, complete with an appropriate soundtrack.
What do you say to the people whose odd television show has been a massive influence on your whole life? In my case I just said "thank you" a lot.
As we approach the third season’s midpoint, I am quickly falling out of love with Olivia. In fact I’ve started calling her Olivia Nope.
My books help prove the point that “feminism” and “erotica” aren't mutually exclusive terms. But how can I make people realize that the feminism in my books is, well, FUN, not to mention sexy?