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Eighty years ago this weekend, on February 12, 1942, British policemen got a tip that Avraham (“Yair”) Stern, who headed the Jewish military underground group known as the Lehi (Lohamei Herut Israel, “Fighters for the Freedom of Israel”), was hiding in an apartment in the Florentine neighborhood of Tel Aviv. Officers burst into the apartment and found Stern hiding there. Stern (or “Yair”, as he was commonly known) was bound with his hands behind his back and placed on a sofa.

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If there is a quintessential quality I’d use to describe Miami, it’d be fake boobs. Miami is a place where a woman can make all of her cosmetic fantasies come true, a place where curiosity in plastics and injections are encouraged. It is a twilight zone of perfectly curved, olive-skinned bodies. String bikinis that don’t move an ounce when the body is in movement. It is a haven for perfection, a refuge for where someone can go when they want to be unapologetically hot.

Hello Dames Nation! 🌞😎🌞 We are Alice Bolin and Emily Jones, writers and pals with a mutual interest in pop jams, vintage MTV from circa 1999, and obscure celebrity gossip. Alice was born in Idaho and is now a writer and professor in Memphis, Tennessee. Emily was born in the suburbs of Chicago and is now a librarian and writer in St. Paul, Minnesota. Emily is the best tweeter on God’s green earth and Alice also often tweets things.

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Sufjan Stevens is having a rough year. His latest album, Javelin, came out last week, but he’s been unable to do much promoting. Last month, he was diagnosed with Guillain-Barré Syndrome, a rare autoimmune disorder. He’s currently undergoing physical therapy to relearn how to walk. Then, on the day of Javelin’s release, he posted a note on Tumblr stating that the album was dedicated to the memory of Evans Richardson, Stevens’ “beloved partner and best friend,” in his words.

You know how sometimes you hear a piece of conventional wisdom over and over again, just to have to learn it in real time? I’ve heard the phrase “progress isn’t linear” more times than I can count. I’ve probably said it more times than I can count. But this year there have been times when it feels like I am learning it for the first time. First, let me tell you about my dog, Piper.

I was a Bad Bunny fan when he was mostly still a SoundCloud rapper who only had a few proper singles out. I don’t think I have ever witnessed a star rise the way I have seen Bad Bunny go from being known by a handful of my friends to suddenly everyone talking to me about him. When Bad Bunny really started to grow in popularity (which I would say was about 2018, following his feature on Cardi B’s “I Like It”), I felt I knew Benito more intimately because I had been an early fan.