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Taylor Swift may not have a new album, but she will soon have her own TV channel—filled with home videos and concert performances, no less. After you internally debate whether the world really needs 24/7 T.Swift #content, read on.

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Everyone (Even Bernie Sanders!) Protests for $15 Minimum Wage
“Fight for $15” was a movement four years ago that raised awareness of the needs of wage workers, and spurred cities like NYC, LA, and Seattle to adopt a $15 minimum wage. But too many cities haven’t—which is why protests continued yesterday all over the U.S., where everyone from Uber drivers to O’Hare airport employees protested (on Twitter with #Fightfor15 and IRL) to increase the federal minimum wage from $7.25 to $15. Hillary Clinton made this part of her campaign agenda, and Trump has flip-flopped on the issue (he said he’d consider raising it to $10). But Bernie Sanders put it best: “If someone in America works 40 hours a week, that person should not be living in poverty.”


Your Brain Can Tell a Bot from a Human Faster Than You Can Say "Wall-E"
Contrary to what Westworld (or, um, Lil Miquela) may have led you to believe, it actually takes less than a second for your brain to tell a living breathing mortal from a bot. According to research from UC Berkeley, humans are visually wired to make accurate judgements on what’s real. "This unique visual mechanism allows us to perceive what's really alive and what's simulated in just 250 milliseconds," said the postdoc psych scholar behind the study. So while the dude in Ex Machina may have fallen for an android, we’re not going to be dating cyborgs anytime soon.


How Depression and Anxiety Affect Your Skin and Stomach
Despite its name, mental health isn’t just a psychological thing—it’s a physical one, too. Now scientists have pinpointed exactly how issues like depression and anxiety can impact one’s body, especially in young people. They studied data from 6,483 American teens and found that kids with certain mental health disorders may develop specific diseases later on (and vice versa). Depression was often followed by arthritis and digestive disease; anxiety brought on skin problems; and, those with epilepsy were at greater risk for developing an eating disorder. While this doesn’t mean that every mental and physical health abnormality are linked, it does give you lots more to talk about at your next checkup.


Ivy League Schools Heroically Defend Undocumented Immigrant Students
In 2012, Obama passed a policy that gave undocumented immigrants who came into America as minors relief from deportation. Many of said immigrants went on to become college students, and now they’re all collectively freaking out about what a Trump presidency might mean for their future. Schools like Princeton and Harvard have banded together to protect these students, declaring themselves “sanctuary campuses,” aka places where kids can study without the risk of being deported. If Trump ends up repealing Obama’s policy (like he’s promised) and unveils an aggressive immigration crackdown (like he’s also promised) the schools’ pledges won’t offer much protection. But hey, at least they’re taking a stance.





Moving on After a Life-Changing Accident


By Abigail Johnson

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17 is a good age, isn’t it? I don’t mean it’s always a happy or carefree age, but it’s the age when we start thinking about the future, about college and the type of career we want to pursue. Maybe it’s even the age when we’re falling in love or experiencing heartbreak for the first time. It’s the age where possibilities are everywhere, and our choices and decisions take on new weight. 

When I was 17, I was narrowing down my list of perspective colleges and had long since settled on becoming a teacher. I’d had my first taste of love and the sorrow that accompanied its end, but I was looking at the future I saw unfurling for myself and I couldn’t wait to start it. The summer before my senior year, I went camping with a group of friends. It was a last hoorah before school started. We had a blast—until the last day of the trip, when a short drive to a nearby lake ended with our car rolling.

I remember the first time I heard the word "quadriplegic" applied to me. I’d been in the hospital for a few weeks when a doctor I had never seen before came into my room with a gaggle of medical students. Without looking at me, he said to them, “And here we have your standard quadriplegic.” 

I don’t know that I can express what hearing that word meant to me. I knew I was hurt, badly. I knew I couldn’t move and that I needed a machine to breath for me. I knew that my baby sister had screamed the first time she saw me, but I didn’t understand the permanence of my situation. I thought I’d get better. Every time I’d gotten hurt in the past, I’d gotten better. 

That’s the thing about breaking your neck. Most people die when it happens. And the ones who survive go through this period of uncertainty. How much damage was done to the spinal cord? How much function would be recovered? In my case, a lot, and a little. 

After my car accident, I didn’t think about the future for a long time. I didn’t want to. At 17, my life derailed in ways I could never have imagined. I spent three months in the hospital relearning how to live with and in a body that was paralyzed from the chest down. I stopped worrying about which college to go to; instead, I worried about whether or not I’d be able to breathe again without a machine or communicate without blinking at an alphabet board.

It was a long and hard recovery, and because of my spinal cord injury, I’ll always be in a wheelchair. That’s never going to be an easy reality. Every day there are new challenges, but there are also new opportunities and new perspectives. I get to see the world in ways that few people ever will. I think back to that alphabet board and how carefully I had to plan out what I wanted to say, find the exact right word instead of half a dozen empty ones. At the time, I didn’t know I was honing a skill I’d need as an author. 

Thankfully, I no longer need to blink out what I want to say. My voice isn’t as strong as it used to be, but only people who knew me before my accident notice. And while my hands are paralyzed, I’m constantly coming up with creative ways to make them do what I want, from driving with tripod hand controls, to typing with my knuckles, to threading a makeup brush through my fingers when I want to rock winged eyeliner (which, if I’m being honest, is most of the time). I’ve yet to encounter something I want to do that I can’t, with a little ingenuity, figure out a way to make work.

I more than survived breaking my neck, which isn’t usually the case. I finished high school, went to college, and even got to teach. I discovered that I wanted to be an author, regardless of whether I was sitting or standing, and nothing else.

And she made it happen. Abigail Johnson just published her debut novel, If I Fix You.




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