Anonymous ladies at Slate crunch the number of book reviews by gender at the New York Times over the last two years (throwing their data-gathering "associate editor Chris Wilson" under the bus as they do so-no Times reviews in your future, buddy!). So: "Of the 545 books reviewed between June 29, 2008 and Aug. 27, 2010, 338 were written by men (62 percent of the total) [and] 207 were written by women (38 percent of the total)…. Of the 101 books that received two reviews in that period: 72 were written by men (71 percent)."

"Things men do: drive cars, take people on dates, open doors, pay for dinner, pay for a movie, voice their desire for sex, pour liquor, force people into bed. Things women do: ride in cars, go on dates, eat dinner, watch movies, get propositioned, drink liquor, go to bed."

Amanda Hess examines the inherent gender assumptions of Usher's "stealth anal sex anthem" 'Trading Places.'

Ladies! You are doing it wrong, reports a lady who has been working as a man, on the Internet, for the last three years: "Taking a man's name opened up a new world. It helped me earn double and triple the income of my true name, with the same work and service. No hassles. Higher acceptance. And gratifying respect for my talents and round-the-clock work ethic. Business opportunities fell into my lap. People asked for my advice, and they thanked me for it, too." It's totally true! I get totally different sorts of emails (and email response rates) from people who think my name is a lady-name. Then they [...]

I always considered David Letterman a sort of father figure. With two baby boomer parents, I basically have two moms: first, my dad who blogs and reads Sufi poetry and cooks with ghee and wears bright colors, and second, my mom, who is saint for signing up for this. And so, growing up I depended on late night talk shows for the little genderizing that actually happened to me. Letterman, his shoulder as cold as the notoriously freezing Ed Sullivan Theater, represented for me a sort of fucked-up machismo. Where you come to work hammered and laugh at your own jokes and swallow your ailments and anxieties and hurt so [...]