Every year, I get really excited about my Halloween costume. I don’t even have a good excuse for wearing a costume on Halloween. I’m 31 years old. I don’t have a list of parties to go to, and I don’t have any kids. I could greet trick-or-treaters in jeans and a t-shirt, but I don’t. No “slutty Halloween” either for me, as it happens. I understand the appeal of having one night a year when…

It might be a bit apples and oranges to compare the current comic-book-blockbuster landscape to the last century of science fiction magazines. Nonetheless, as I worked my way through New Eves, an anthology of lady-penned science fiction from decades past, this is the comparison that came to mind.

I was supposed to be so excited to see Iron Man 3 — and not just because I owned Iron Man on DVD before I moved…

To begin with, I think we can all agree that the title is awful. Because it is awful, and cutesy, and glib in the worst way. But the show is good--really good--and it gets better the more you watch, in the kind of way that makes it impossible to stop watching, or imploring your friends to watch, or writing vague, shocked reactions to plot twists on Twitter. And there's only thirteen episodes! So of course…