Catherine Gigante-Brown

From New York to LA, this lady knows a good story.

The Ultimate Counter Culture Diva

Alas, I am the lone female in a house full of men. Only two men, but they take up a lot of space.

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

It sounded too good to be true: comfortable, attractive bra inserts for breast cancer survivors like me. I got on the computer, checked out their website, and immediately put in for one.

Having someone steal my cancer history and co-opt it for their first-person Facebook blog is unbelievably violating. Somehow, it feels almost as invasive as my mastectomy.

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

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

A midtown Manhattan studio was recently the site of liberation-both on and offscreen-when Shenshean

Instead of categorizing people as different colors, I proposed we might begin to think of each other as Earthtones—because our skin colors are based on hues from the earth. Just as the planet is made up of a myriad of shades, it’s still one cohesive entity. We can be thought of as one entity also.