Becca Rothfeld

Patricia Lockwood’s “internet novel” belies its categorization.

The violent imagination of Heinrich von Kleist.

A manipulative and self-important man is as ugly and generic as any Marriott.

We are not shocked by naked women. Skinny women. Women forced to field abuses in the bedroom or advances in the workplace, women who have undergone operations to whittle their waists into fine points. But an unhappy woman appalls us, especially if she does not collude in ...

I want to re-introduce you to someone you probably already know. You might recognize him at a party, or, more likely, at your Marxist reading group, where he’s always expounding on how identity politics detract from the real issues. Some iteration of him appeared in The Awl ...