Catherine Green

Catherine Green is a former managing editor of
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    The Procrastinator’s Guide to Cosmic Marvel

    So you want to see the total eclipse ...

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    The Director Behind Some of the Most Iconic Music Videos of the 2000s

    How Dave Meyers has flexed the staying power of his craft to launch several of the biggest hits of the past two decades

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    Skin-Firming as Self-Flagellation

    Using a remedial lotion—that may not even work—only worsened my body image.

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    2016 Holiday Gift Guide

    Everyone has someone on their holiday shopping list who’s impossible to buy for. For the second year in a row, we asked Atlantic readers to describe their someone, and brainstormed a few perfect gift ideas for them.

  • Let The Atlantic Help With Your Holiday Shopping

    It's not a competition (it is), but I won Christmas with Biggie's Book of Names and Faces.

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    Three years ago, I won Christmas.

    I was living in San Diego, and was still new to the auntie game with a 1-year-old niece who happened to live 2,066 miles away.

    While surely a onesie or stuffed animal would’ve sufficed, I wanted my gift to help orient her to her place in the world. And, selfishly, I wanted her to remember my face so she wouldn’t be quite so shy the next time I saw her. So over Thanksgiving, I took some headshots of my and my brother-in-law’s families, organized the jpegs, and sent them off into the internet to become a spiral-bound facebook.

    On Christmas morning, it was a standout in our wrapping-paper rumpus. Ellen was fascinated by the familiar shapes and smiles, and from what I’m told, frequently consulted her guide to the fam from then on. With little evidence besides the near-celebrity treatment I now receive during visits to her house, I like to think the tailor-made facebook helped establish a solid aunt-niece relationship despite the sizable mileage between us.

    Not every present, to every loved one, at every holiday is a win, though. We all have people on our lists who prompt low-grade anxiety attacks within us when we go to buy them gifts. Maybe it’s because of the newness of a relationship: What present sends the right message to a guy you’ve been seeing for just two months? Or, what do you get your grandma who seems less and less interested in collecting more stuff?

    The Atlantic is here to help. Tell us about your loved one using this Google form, sometime before 5 p.m. ET on Monday, November 7. Similar to last year, we’ll sift through the responses, pick several, and brainstorm the perfect gift options for our readers to give. Look for those in our gift guide, publishing online come December.

  • Help Us Make Our Website Better

    What’s your appetite for Are you an occasional reader of the site, or do you frequent it on the reg? Either way, if you live near our headquarters in Washington, D.C., we’d like to pull you into our user testing group.

    We’d to get a better sense of how you experience—what you love or don’t love about the site, and what elements we could add to make for an easier time reading. And if you’ve got some D.C.-based, Atlantic-reading friends who might be interested in helping us out, send them this note—we’d like to pull them in too.

    You might’ve seen our last callout for regular visitors to hang out with us. Learning more about how people work their way down the home page was incredibly helpful; we’re ready for Round 2.

    And these is pretty casual “testing” on your part: Basically, if you live in or near D.C., we might ask you to come chat with one of us in person to show us how you use the site. If you’re based further away, we might solicit your input via survey.

    Want to give us a hand? Fill out this form (or send it to those friends I mentioned) to let us know you’re interested in coming in to share your thoughts.

  • The Blurred Lines of Gerrymandering

    What is the difference between civil redistricting and intentional disenfranchisement?

  • How Realistic Are the Candidates’ Tax Plans?

    The proposals make for good talking points, but are largely impractical.

  • Why Is It So Hard to Vote in America?

    Millions of citizens are impacted by voter ID laws.

  • Does Money Really Buy Elections?

    Unpacking the results of the Citizens United case and its impact on campaign finance

  • Why Do Millennials Love Bernie?

    Analyzing what makes the youngest voters swoon for the oldest candidate

  • From Polling to Primaries: What Can We Learn From Early Election Results?

    Analyzing the Sanders, Cruz, and Clinton campaigns

  • Are Polls Less Relevant Than Ever?

    Our advice: Take everything with a grain of salt.

  • Who Really Chooses the Nominees?

    The parties' delegate system was rigged to favor establishment candidates—but this year, it might sink their chances.

  • Help Us Demystify the Election Process

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    This week, we launched a video series tied to The Atlantic’s election coverage, affectionately known as 2016 Distilled.

    I’m pretty excited about the possibilities here: Our goal for the video series is to boil down some unnecessarily wonky aspects of the U.S. election process—because, frankly, it’s six shades of impenetrable for those of us who weren’t poli-sci majors (🙋).

    Each episode, I’ll be sitting down with Atlantic staffers and outside experts for some help interpreting the major election checkpoints and dynamics in the coming year.

    For the record, and to reassure the concerned readers we heard from during our call-out in November: I’m more interested in empowering voters with insight on these concepts rather than having our editors and reporters join the hordes of talking heads offering their hot takes. My hope is for these to be like an ongoing study guide to help people know what to listen for throughout this election year, and what to do with the polls, platforms, and outcomes.

    This week’s episode featured Priscilla, assistant politics editor, laying out what actually happens during the Iowa caucus—taking us inside the room(s) where it happens, if you will.

    We’re aiming to produce these pretty frequently throughout this election cycle. So I’d love your help brainstorming future episodes. Let me re-up that call for questions: What else can we untangle? What are the cryptic election terms and processes you hear thrown around casually, but aren’t totally sure what they are?

    Tell us using this short online form, or shoot us an email at

  • The Damage Done by an Unfired Gun

    This reader’s first experience with a firearm seems unimaginable to endure:

    I felt it before I saw it. The gun was metallic, and it was hard. It pressed my T-shirt against my back and looked just exactly like a handgun always does in the movies. The man who held it had run up behind me before I could even see where he’d come from. We were on a dark street corner, and that was pretty much like the movies as well.

    I was 15, female, in a quiet residential neighborhood in a liberal city on the West Coast. People didn’t own guns where I lived. We thought hunting was barbaric. We thought the NRA were nut cases. Half the girls in high school were vegetarian.

    He pushed that gun in my back and shoved me through alleys for half an hour. He raped me.

  • What Actually Happens at the Iowa Caucus?

    Breaking down the kickoff to the 2016 election

  • Protecting a Family From Teenaged Terrorism

    I just learned the movie Natural Born Killers was inspired by two teenagers on a murder spree in 1950s Nebraska. This reader remembers it all too well:

    My earliest memory of guns was in the late 1950s, when Charles Starkweather and his girlfriend, Caril Fugate, were terrorizing Nebraska. In my memory, Fugate’s parents, two of the early victims, lived within walking distance of my grade school.  

    At the time, my father drove a late ‘40s car, and all children walked to and from school (about a mile, in our case). One day, my dad arrived to pick up my sister and me in the middle of the afternoon, which was highly unusual. As I crawled up the running board and onto the bench front seat, I saw a pistol in a holster strapped to his right thigh.  

    My father had grown up on a farm in rural Oklahoma and was comfortable with guns, but he had by that point finished a Ph.D. at the University of Nebraska and was about to join the faculty. We never spoke of that day, and Starkweather was quickly caught.

  • A Simultaneous, 'Constantly Silenced' Movement

    As #BlackLivesMatter has snowballed into a potent force in activism, it's also become a bigger umbrella. Nolan Hack is a black activist who’s become involved with the social justice fight for the visibility of Native Americans. We first corresponded by accident on Twitter, where his bio includes both #BlackLivesMatter and #NativePeopleAreStillHere.

    I asked him to follow up. His email illustrates a noteworthy interweaving of Native and black activism, shining off of one another without distracting from their primary aims. With Nolan’s permission, I thought you’d like to check out some of the context of his note, which might add even more texture to the ongoing conversation around the #BlackLivesMatter movement.

  • A First Gun Encounter, With Lifelong Consequences

    It’s not often we can cross-reference a personal anecdote from a reader with Google News archives reaching back 40 years. John Poirier’s first experience with guns—the theme of our new reader thread—was noted in the newspaper of his hometown of Lewiston, Maine, following his interview with the Boston Globe. Here’s John’s story in his own words:

    I was 23 years old, a newly minted pharmacist living in the South End of Boston, which was beginning the process of gentrification in 1976. I was an idealistic young white gay man, who having witnessed the racially charged effects of forced busing, believed that it was better to integrate the neighborhoods instead of the schools. So I had just moved into a refurbished old brick building on Pembroke Street.

    One dreary winter afternoon 40 years ago this January, I returned to my apartment to find the door jimmied open by a crowbar. Not thinking that the burglar might still be inside, I entered and went to the phone to call 911. Within a few seconds of picking up the receiver an armed black man appeared behind me and demanded all my money.