Catherine Gigante-Brown

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

Alexa is like a nosy neighbor: She’s always listening. That’s how she can respond when you ask her to do something. So, when you’re getting busy on the kitchen counter — Alexa’s listening. When you’re telling Capital One the last four digits of your SSN — Alexa’s listening. And who knows who else is.

I realized my father was from a generation that never said those three little words. He was saying he loved me without them. But I didn't realize it then.

Who says feminists don't love alpha males and cooking?

Makeup and I have always had a love/hate relationship: I love it; it hates me.

Why, when I'm cool with being a salt-and-pepper chick, does it so clearly unnerve others?

I’m a firm believer that Tiny Kindnesses can change the world, one sweet, loving gesture at a time.

Although I tried to convince myself that I wasn't racist, if the truth were told, I didn't like Muslims. Especially after 9/11.

At first, I felt like an abandoned ten-year-old, dropped off at a remote summer camp—with the extra added attraction of no cell phone reception or Wi-Fi. I thought the hardest part of the weekend was going to be picking out a robe. Boy, was I wrong!

At the New York City release party for Dayna Kurtz’ latest, Rise and Fall, my friend Nadia leaned over to me and whispered, “Why the fuck