Alice Boone

Aretha Franklin Lives!

While sitting in the Butler lounge the other night, I exclaimed--much too loudly--that I couldn't wait for Aretha Franklin to die.

A Partisan Girlhood

Some days I like to pretend it's the 1930s and I'm Mary McCarthy.

'To View Each Loved One Blotted Out From Life's Page'

Historical inaccuracies and Leonardo DiCaprio notwithstanding, the very worst part of Gangs of New York was the last minute of the film, when the camera pans back from lower Manhattan to show a mon

To Her Land and Beyond

My friend once noted that Bluestockings, the Lower East Side feminist bookstore, is so progressive that it sells On Our Backs, a lesbian porn magazine, but not Off Our Backs, a "passé

Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Sexier Than Ever

Remember Sassy magazine? Each month during the early 1990s, the glossy magazine for alternative-but-cute teenage girls asked readers if they were sassy girls.

Wonder Why We Listen to Poets

Should we talk about the weather? Should we talk about the government?

Women's Jai Alai

I cried a crocodile tear for him. The University of New Mexico eliminated the men's swimming program in 1999, the year I graduated from high school.

Hands on Your Uterus

Sleater-Kinney says all hands on the bad one? I say every woman should put her hands on her uterus and let's salute 30 years of reproductive choice.

New Leadership at Spectator Promises Features, Enthusiasm

They don't even all fit in their meeting room--two editors sit on the counter and the photo editor has stolen a stool from the darkroom.

Joining Homer and Marge at the Ballgame

In his book The Language Instinct, popular linguist Steven Pinker wrote a stunning defense of the questionable grammar in the name of the Toronto Maple Leafs, arguing that the plural term "L