The New Yorker dispatched instagramming scribe Nathaniel Wood to Coachella last weekend, and, in an effort to make you think that (paraphrasing Timothy Fenwick, Jr.) there’s something going on in this country that you just don’t know about, posted a bunch of hyperactive GIFs featuring gleeful Coachella-goers, seesaws,…

The Beauty Myth author and feminist Naomi Wolf's Vagina dropped this year (sorry—just to be clear, it's her new book Vagina: A Biography), and makes a variety of claims about "the conscious vagina," a concept that suggests—among other semi-terrifying things—that sexually-satisfied vaginas are what gives women their…

Tonight, the New Yorker Fiction Department's Twitter account (@NYerFiction) will start tweeting Jennifer Egan's new story "Black Box." The entire story, which will also appear in the magazine's Science Fiction Issue next Monday, will be tweeted over the next ten evenings, from 8 to 9 P.M. E.T.

Despite much hand-wringing about the state of women and television, one person doesn't seem too worried—and she should know better than almost anybody. Here's what Amy Poehler had to say about television's depiction of women in an interview with Ariel Levy during this week's New Yorker Festival:

After a talk Facebook's chief operating officer Sheryl Sandberg gave at Harvard Business School, she saw a difference between the women and the men. The men asked about business; the women asked "girl questions."

She hasn't quite got the old-media fame of mommy blogger Heather Armstrong, but Pioneer Woman Ree Drummond is making headlines — and cash. What makes her life on the ranch so popular with readers?

After a post last month about the gender disparity in magazine publishing, which was followed by VIDA's much more thorough and ultimately conclusive study, I, perhaps naively, expected to see a comment or two from the publications about the roots of this imbalance. Then weeks passed, and, well, basically nothing. For a …

"The definition of "crazy" in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore." -Tina Fey, in The New Yorker (sub. only) in a relatively earnest take on motherhood, anxiety, and Hollywood.

Whenever I see "best of" lists, award finalists and even table of contents, I immediately scan them to see how women fared. And I regularly complain to my husband about the lopsided male-to-female ratio in the bylines of highbrow magazines.

• The mystery man Gisele Bündchen was seen canoodling with at a Paris Vogue party is believed to be a New York art dealer — and ex-boyfriend of Bündchen's fellow Brazilian model Ana Beatriz Barros — named Helly Nahmad. Ahem. [Racked]