Anita Sarkeesian's project to expose stereotypes in video games attracts a maelstrom of hate.
Comedian Isabel Fay takes aim at internet bullies.
Would a British comedian have been allowed to do this?
Sexy, sexy sexism in the <i>Hitman: Absolution</i> trailer.
The philosopher wants to "excite our lusts".
Brooke Magnanti's skewering of others' bad stats is excellent. It's a shame she isn't blameless herself.
What’s the point of turning the net into a giant lavatory wall?
Why do books about female sexuality always end up with such terrifying covers?
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Twentysomethings face living standard squeezes, while those in their 60s have never had it so good.
“Nasal congestion is an erection of the nose”.
How the OkCupid website, started by four Harvard geeks, used statistics to unearth its users’ secret
Rebekah Brooks's horse is the £1,645 duck house of Hackgate.
An astonishing allegation in Brian Paddick's evidence to the Leveson Inquiry.
In this guest post, Alan White says that the ideology has taken a pounding from the postmodernist wrecking ball.
What's better than domestic violence imagery? Sexy domestic violence imagery!
Women's groups appear at the Leveson inquiry to talk about media sexism.
A debate over the Doctor Who and Sherlock writer's attitude to female characters.
Predictable harrumphing about the Tory MP's photoshoot with GQ.
Helen Lewis-Hasteley on Maggie and legacy-building, tots with lethal toys and the press and the publ
In this guest post, James Ball argues that perpetual outrage is obscuring the truly important issues
No one likes being told what to do.
The rigid gender division of toys is a problem for both boys and girls.
The NS Interview: Brian Cox and Jeff Forshaw, physicists
Helen Lewis-Hasteley enjoys swooping round Gotham as a superhero.
Why foodies are getting excited about foraging
Regular readers will remember Paul McMullan, the safari-suited defender of the tabloid press who was memorably recorded by Hugh Grant spilling the beans about phone-hacking in an undercover exposé for this magazine.
As Wendy Cope donates her archive of correspondence and diaries to the British Library, is the literary world at last taking her seriously?