Since the December 2008 arrest of Bernie Madoff, Eleanor Squillari’s boss for 25 years, she has been waging a very public struggle to come to terms with a disturbing anomaly in her life: how could she have been the personal secretary to the worst financial criminal in history, managing his travel schedule, keeping track of his business records, and acting as his gatekeeper, and yet have suspected nothing right up until the moment that an army of FBI agents stormed the plush midtown Manhattan offices of Bernard L. Madoff Investment Securities LLC?

A 9,000-word as-told-to piece in Vanity Fair (which compared Squillari’s ignorance of the evil under her nose to that of Traudl Junge, Adolf Hitler’s secretary) and confessional interviews on the Today show and Good Morning America were apparently not enough to soothe her guilty conscience. Now, in Squillari’s latest conspicuous attempt to make sense of it all—and once again proclaim to the world that she didn’t know! about Madoff’s $65 billion Ponzi scheme—she stars in a feature-length documentary about Madoff’s disastrous treachery, In God We Trust, which premiered this month at the Tribeca Film Festival.

I am sitting at an expansive wooden conference table in the basement of the painfully hip Ace Hotel in New York City, snacking on pepperoni, drinking the hotel’s painfully hip spring water, and listening to a man who is excitedly telling me about the future.

But it’s hard to pay attention.

10. George W. Bush Time Lapse

Watch this fascinating time lapse of the construction of the George W. Bush Presidential Center, that is. 

She might be estranged from her sorority sisters at Delta Gamma, but Rebecca Martinson is now a household name, though some would say for all the wrong reasons. In the span of one week (an eon in Internet time), the sorority girl has risen from total obscurity to viral star to yesterday’s news.

Why? Her scathing, unintentionally hysterical letter to her fellow sorority sisters, chiding them for being so effing lame, first turned up on April 18 on Gawker and Deadspin, and quickly caught fire on the Internet. Faster than you could click and email that link, Martinson was on her way to the Internet Hall of Fame—and subsequently the Hall of Shame. Consider your neck snapped.

George Jones had one supreme talent. He could sing. Every time this country star stepped up to a microphone and opened his mouth, you heard something inimitable, something that might be copied but never successfully imitated. No one else could sing like he could, and no one ever will.

Jones, who died Friday, April 26 at 81, was not much of a songwriter or a guitar player. He wasn’t particularly good looking, and his spangly nudie suits weren’t any more outrageous than any other sartorial extravanganzas on the Grand Ole Opry (although it’s worth noting that he was one of the very last country and western stars to stick with a flat-top haircut). But every time he wrapped his voice around a lyric, he owned it.

In this week’s top music video picks, we take a journey through the domino effect, some sci-fi dancing, and a sizzling 1950s New Orleans. From hip-hop to electronic and indie rock, and featuring artists like Justin Bieber and Russ Chimes, see which music videos are becoming viral.

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