Matt James Breaks Silence on Bachelor Nation’s “Heartbreaking” Reality

The Bachelor contestant, who is still in the running to win over Matt’s heart, raised eyebrows after photos from her college days resurfaced on Reddit. In the images, which E! News hasn’t verified, Rachael was seen attending a fraternity formal in 2018, which the Reddit user described as an “Antebellum plantation themed ball.”

She would later apologize in a statement posted on social media. “At one point, I didn’t recognize how offensive and racist my actions were, but that doesn’t excuse them,” Rachael wrote on Feb. 11. “My age or when it happened does not excuse anything. They are not acceptable or okay in any sense. I was ignorant, but my ignorance was racist.”

Ultimately, members of Bachelor Nation have spoken out and sparked a conversation about race and diversity in the franchise. In fact, Bachelor contestants from Matt’s own season came together to release a statement. 

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“When someone hears our story, we feel seen, we know we matter, and we instantly realize we’re not
alone,” writes Jennifer Rudolph Walsh in her new book, Hungry Hearts: Essays on Courage, Desire, and Belonging.
For two decades, Walsh was the worldwide head of literary, lectures, and conference divisions at WME. As one of the most
respected literary agents in the industry, she’s shepherded some of the world’s
bestselling books and writers, including Oprah and Brené Brown, and she knows that the best stories—the most
powerful ones—are often the ones from deep inside the heart. Which is why Walsh eventually launched a touring
storytelling event, Together Live, where writers and artists, including poets and musicians, could come and
experience the raw power of storytelling together. A community soon grew out of these events, and then an anthology.

Hungry Hearts is a collection of sixteen essays from writers, creators, and thought leaders
exploring the truths they hold within, exploring topics like losing friendships and finding purpose again. In this
excerpt, activist Natalie Guerrero confronts her own unraveling after the killing of Ahmaud Arbery and the silences,
both big and small, that eventually become deafening.

On Silence

By Natalie Guerrero

I’ve had a few broken hearts in my life. Some big, some small, but none as massive as those that were self-made.
None as impactful as those I married to my silence. None as harsh and as tender as those I swallowed down, never
let breathe, or adamantly shielded from the light of day.

A few years back, after I learned the hard way that first love doesn’t always last forever, my heartbreak took
the shape of a plane ticket to Paris. Can you imagine? 3,367 miles all just to get away from myself.

I had been dying to visit Shakespeare and Co., the renowned bookstore in the heart of the city. So one Friday
morning, I picked my sorry self up and ventured out. As I scanned the shelves for something that screamed UNBREAK
MY HEART, my eyes met a tiny pink paperback. The words on the cover were deliberate. Focused. And speaking
straight to me. In big white letters I read, AUDRE LORDE. And then—YOUR SILENCE WILL NOT PROTECT YOU.

I stopped dead in my tracks. That can’t be right, I thought. My silence is the only thing that has ever protected
me. And then I felt my stomach flip a little bit. Like something inside me wasn’t so sure that was true. Was I
wrong? Had my silence been the breeding ground for the ways my heart was breaking? Was it doing more suffocating
than serving? And if my silence wasn’t protecting me, what was?

Before I knew it, I was sitting upstairs on a green cushioned stool, the store cat next to me, devouring Audre’s
words for the first time. My heart was beating fast. It was like looking in a mirror, seeing all the words I never
gave myself permission to say. It was like finding a road map. One that I’d been searching years for. One that
actually seemed to belong to me, instead of the great big world outside myself.

Maybe Paris was working, I thought. Maybe I had escaped all the ways I was swallowing myself whole. Maybe I was
with the small game. Maybe, I thought, today was the first day of the rest of my life.

By the end of the night, I decided there was a God. And her name was Audre Lorde.

On the plane ride home, in a game I’ve since named Audre Lorde Meets Life, I made a list of a few times I had
silent. It read:

  1. 1.

    Yesterday, when I wanted red wine but the waiter had already opened the white.

  2. 2.

    Freshman year, when I swore nothing bad happened to me in that frat basement.

  3. 3.

    Last April, when my boss told me I had only been hired because I was “skinny and pretty.”

  4. 4.

    On the playground in fifth grade when a boy named Bobby called me a n*gger.

  5. 5.

    On the Metro-North from Larchmont to New York City, when I fainted instead of saying I was too hot and needed
    to sit down.

God, it was starting to feel like I had spent my entire life in the quiet car.

I read this list over and over for what must have been the entire nine hours to New York. I looked at myself on
that piece of paper with fear, a little bit of empathy, and a whole lot of commitment to stop behaving like my
silence would protect me. What struck me most about this list was the way my silence didn’t pick and choose only
small moments to show itself. Instead, it reared its head no matter where I went. It was ever present no matter
what the stakes were. Silence, I came to discover, was my master. And I had been waiting on it hand and foot for
fear that the alternative would be crueler. If I let it continue, I realized, that same silence would sabotage me.

When I got back to New York I felt fine for the first few days—that magic dust from Paris was still all over me.
I felt it at the coffee shop, when the barista handed me an almond milk latte and I quickly said, “Excuse me, but
I ordered oat milk.” She looked at me, offended, and as she dumped my coffee down the drain, I heard her murmur,
“Or you could just drink it.” But that was exactly it—I couldn’t. I had decided to stop drinking down whatever
life served up for me. And isn’t it funny how the world finds us to be so unpalatable when we start to ask for the
things we actually want?

Eventually, though, that new-car smell started wearing off. It was slow at first. I’d find myself sharing a meal
when I wanted my own, saying I was full when I hadn’t eaten a thing all day, going to the bar when what I really
needed was a face mask and a night in. And then, suddenly, the silence was seeping into every big corner of my
life. I fell back into relationships I’d sworn off. I made no time for myself. I worked until I could barely see
my computer screen. When I woke up in the morning, my hands would be shaking, screaming at me to slow down, but
instead I simply put them to work. I started doing everything I could to look away from myself. I volunteered,
took on extra work, took weekend trips in an attempt to escape the sinking feeling I had every day. It never
worked, but I posted about those trips on Instagram as if it did. But what I was really doing was letting go of
Audre Lorde’s godly pages and slipping back into my smallness. Being small was comfortable enough in its
familiarity to create a feeling of safety, of power even. But I could never surprise myself. I knew everything in
this version of my life. I could predict every outcome, and here’s how it would go:

I never ask for anything, so I never hurt.
I say “I love you” because it’s the polite thing to do.
I marry the boy.
I drink coffee in the morning.
I drink beer at night.
I have three or five kids.
I’m successful, whatever that means.
I never say no.
I learn how to ski.
I am grateful.
But I am not content.

So there I was again, staying safe, saying yes when I meant to say no, saying no when I meant to say yes, showing
up for everyone but myself. I was choosing what felt comfortable and familiar over what felt true and terrifying.
There was a voice inside of me screaming for change, but I committed myself to pushing it down, smothering it with
my need for control.

And so for the next year, I stayed silent. I watched my life like it was a movie. All the while, I wondered if
I’d missed my one great big chance to live my life the way I wanted. I wondered if I had missed the boat and now
it was too late. I kept thinking about Shakespeare and Co.—the way I’d lit up and seen glimpses of a life I could
be proud of, a parallel universe where I never backed down. Where I was relentless in the pursuit of my own
liberation. I kept thinking about the way I’d sat down and written away my silence on that airplane. How certain
I’d felt that things would be different by now—that I would be better by now. I kept asking myself, how did I end
up here . . .again? That’s when the shame crept in. And that’s when I sank further into my silence. It turns out
that my shame and my silence were great partners in me staying stuck.

So every day when I woke up and stepped willfully into my smallness, I also wondered how I could reclaim that
feeling—the one I’d been so sure of when I left Paris. And not only that, but how I could move from having the
feeling to acting on it? I clung to one thing: I believed in Audre’s words to my bones. I knew that my silence
wouldn’t protect me, but I didn’t know how I could break that silence. My knowing was not enough to change my
behavior. Instead, it seemed only to fuel my shame and, in turn, my silence.

Then, one morning, I was walking in midtown Manhattan when I heard a couple fighting on the sidewalk. She was
screaming and he was red in the face. Finally she stopped yelling, and then, faintly, I heard her say, “You never
choose me.” I scoffed. There was something about the way she was begging him for acceptance that sat cold in my
belly. And I thought, Sister, choose yourself. I looked at her, and then in her eyes I saw myself. She was me,
holding her arms open, waiting to be chosen, giving up all her power until she was given permission to take it
back. So now I stopped. And I thought again, this time telling myself, Sister, choose yourself. It turns
out that I had been confused this whole time. I was telling myself that Paris was my permission. That I had lost
it. But in this electric moment, I realized: What if I am my own? What if I belong to myself? What if the road map
is not something to be found in a bookstore three thousand miles away? What if the road map is already within me?
What if I stop running from myself and start running TO myself?

I started by asking myself: What can I do TODAY that will help me tomorrow? I left the relationships I had let
fester, speaking the words I had swallowed down. I made the move across the country that I had always wanted to
do. I cut out making plans with people who left me feeling alone even when we were together. Most importantly, I
started speaking up when I saw something happen out in the world that didn’t sit well with me. It was really hard,
all the unlearning. It was painful, and I lost people and I let people down. Sometimes I felt so alone that I
started to question all the steps I’d taken. But I also began to learn that my answer is always somewhere in my
voice. It might be unsure, or shaky, or half-baked, but now when I question myself, my voice is the thing that I
turn to—not my silence. I had waited patiently for a God. Then I found Audre. Now it was finally time to trust my
own mind to point me in the next direction.

Around the time I started to disown my silence, I took up running. I thought instead of running from my fears,
I’d actually let my feet hit the pavement. My morning runs became the times I got most honest with myself. I can
hear myself on a run. I can separate out the silences from the truth. I can ask myself big questions, like what I
want from the world and what I think I can give back to it.

One morning last May I was visiting my family in my lily-white picket-fenced hometown and I went out on my
morning run. I wanted to gain some clarity in this place that had both bred me and beaten me down. After all, this
was the place I learned my silence. I learned here first what it meant to be Black. Silence in this town was a
defense mechanism. I used it to hide away from my skin and my hair and all the things that made me special and
stick out like a sore thumb. I learned to shrink in the hope that no one would notice I was different.

In between all the big thoughts filling my brain while I ran, I counted the mansions I passed, panting. Most
importantly, I made sure to smile. When you’re Black in a white neighborhood, you have to smile. For some reason,
on this particular day, I was painfully aware of it.

When I got home, I heard Ahmaud Arbery’s name for the first time. Here’s what I learned: On February 23, 2020,
Ahmaud Arbery was enjoying a nice run on a beautiful day, just like I had that morning. Ahmaud began to be stalked
by two armed men. They cornered him. Shot him three times, eventually killing him, and then, as he was bleeding
out, they turned him over to
see if he was armed. After that they went home and stayed there for months.

Ahmaud died alone and in the street. Disposed of like a piece of roadkill. Ahmaud’s life was individual. It will
never be replicated, or returned to us, or given the chance to become. And yet I knew that, in all his brilliant
singularity, Ahmaud Arbery was me—counting mansions in a lily-white town. He was sporting my same skin, letting
his feet hit the pavement, and I wondered if he too knew he had to smile.

From that moment on, it seemed selfish to focus only on dismantling my own personal silence. I had to take it a
step further. I had to dismantle the way the world revolved in silence. So I thought, What is it about silence
that lures us in so insidiously? How is silence making the world sick? How can we defeat it? And what part have I
played in maintaining it?

And then there I was, thinking about Audre Lorde again. This time, though, I was thinking about how many ways we
as Black people have been taught to stay silent. We have internalized all the same lessons I myself had fought to
overcome. We’ve been taught to stay small in order to stay safe. To put our hands up and be still. Never to talk
back. Never to look up. Never to make a sudden movement for fear it might be our last. To become invisible. To
straighten our spine. Work twice as hard. Lower the volume. In short, we have been taught that our silence will
protect us.

And that’s when I saw our nation like I saw myself: unraveling from a lifetime of looking away, and paying the
price for all the ways we’ve been stuck in our silence. While my Black peers’ silence felt rooted in fear for
their lives, the white silence I witnessed seemed to be rooted in fear of losing their power. It was that white
silence that kept harmful systems alive. It was white silence that stood in the way of change.

In the next few weeks I felt myself boiling, all the time. I was calling my representatives, but I was also in
the grocery store ripping through the shelves, outraged that they were out of my favorite cereal. I was stepping
into my power, raising thousands of dollars in donations, but I was also at the airport seething because my flight
was delayed an hour. I was writing, speaking more than I ever had, interviewing victims of police brutality, and
posting all my words on the internet. I was also at the dinner table ready for war because my brother took what I
considered to be my seat. I was a storm of emotions, and working on balance felt a bit like walking a tightrope. I
was standing in front of all my fury and searching for a productive place to put it. Here’s what I didn’t know
about silence until I popped the lid open: once you’re through with it, years of unexpressed rage bubble to the
surface. Audre Lorde also says, “Women responding to racism is women responding to anger.” I would like to add
that our response often sounds a lot like the screams of our caged voices finally being set free.

The subtext of my anger, as well as our nation’s, had everything to do with how comfortable we’d been in silence
and how we were willingly letting our souls rot from the inside out. While I was outraged, I was asking, How much
time have I lost because of my silence? At the same time, the nation was asking, How much blood is on our hands
because of our silence? The answer was the same: too much.

I never knew how addicting it could be to stay small until I saw a glimpse of being bigger. I saw the way I
buried myself in my smallness, and once I named that smallness, I saw how sick the world was with it too. At some
point we have all succumbed to staying stuck. We have all succumbed to silence. America’s silence is the same soul
sickness that lived inside me for years.

So when I look at who we are as a nation, I think about both my heartbreak and my silence. I think about the ways
I swallowed it down, and then I think about the ways the United States has done that too. Then I think, Sister,
CHOOSE yourself. It is our turn to find the road map home that lives within the soul of this place. We are the
answer that we have been looking for—we just have to stop asking for permission to get there. We have to ask
ourselves what we can do TODAY that will help us tomorrow. We have to break our silence—first inside
our own lives, and then outside of them too. It may not inoculate us from heartbreak, but it will protect us from
betraying ourselves. Because the only thing I’m sure of now is that when we break our silence and speak our truth,
we don’t only free ourselves. We free the world.

Excerpted from Hungry Hearts: Essays on Courage, Desire, and Belonging. Copyright © 2021 by Jennifer
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Daniel Silva Breaks His Silence After Corey La Barrie Died in Crash

Daniel Silva is taking responsibility for his role in the fatal car crash that killed Corey La Barrie

The tattoo artist sought forgiveness from the late YouTube star’s loved ones and fans in a YouTube video shared Feb. 16, which marked his first public comments since the May 2020 incident. Silva read a letter sent on behalf of La Barrie’s family to the judge presiding over the case, in which they requested the dismissal of the second-degree murder charge in favor of manslaughter. 

In July 2020, Silva reached a plea deal with prosecutors and plead no contest to one felony count of gross vehicular manslaughter. One month later, he was sentenced to 364 days in county jail, five years of probation and 250 hours of community service. 

Now, as the first anniversary of La Barrie’s death approaches, Silva said he’s still grappling with his decision to get behind the wheel that night. 

“It’s almost impossible to find the right words for something like this,” the Ink Master star shared, “and at the moment I’m still processing all of these emotions that I’m going through, and just being forced to confront the fact that this accident resulted in the death of one of my best friends.”

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Alex Trebek’s Wife Jean Breaks Her Silence on His Death

Jean Trebek is feeling the love from the worldwide Jeopardy! family. 

The wife of the late Alex Trebek thanked fans for their outpouring of support after the legendary Jeopardy! host died on Sunday at age 80. She wrote a moving message on Instagram on Wednesday, Nov. 11, to recognize all the love she’s received. 

Jean said, “My family and I sincerely thank you all for your compassionate messages and generosity. Your expressions have truly touched our hearts. Thank you so very, very much.” 

She also shared a sweet photo from their wedding day in 1990, with Alex slipping the ring on Jean’s finger. They went on to have two kids together, Matthew and Emily.

Alex had been battling pancreatic cancer for about a year before he passed away “peacefully,” surrounded by his family and friends, the game show’s Twitter page announced. 

Nicky Trebek—Alex’s adoptive daughter with his first wife Elaine—shared a photo of prayer candles on Tuesday to recognize her dad’s passing.

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Chelsea Houska Breaks Her Silence on Teen Mom 2 Exit

Chelsea Houska‘s time on Teen Mom 2 has come to an end. 

Close to two weeks after E! News confirmed Chelsea’s exit from the MTV reality series, the 29-year-old mom of four addressed the matter in a heartfelt statement reflecting on her 10-season journey

“MTV’s Teen Mom 2 has been a big part of my life for almost 11 years. After much thought and discussion with my family and friends, Cole [DeBoer] and I have decided that this season will be our last,” Chelsea captioned a family snapshot featuring Cole, daughter Aubree, 10, son Watson, 3, and daughter Layne, 2. 

Chelsea expressed her gratitude to MTV and the Teen Mom crew, who she said “are like family to us,” and dispelled speculation that her departure was caused by tension between her and the network. 

“We’re parting on the best of terms and will stay in touch long after this,” she remarked in the statement. “We’re proud to have been able to share our story and are so grateful to the fans who have followed our journey from the beginning.”

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The Heavy Weight of Silence on Marginalized Communities’ Mental Health

Silence is complicity.

I am a Latina immigrant, and that identity colors my experience. It is through this lens that I see and experience the world. I am blessed because I have had people and opportunities that have helped me understand the world differently, to move beyond my worldview and expand it.

For Black people, their worldview is fraught with lessons and experiences that highlight that their lives do not matter. BUT they do.

I have come to know and deeply understand that the world and the people around me may not share in my worldview – they are often not even thinking about how our experiences differ or have similarities.

Maybe I, along with all people that do not align with your ideas of worth, are lumped in with whatever stereotypical beliefs held, or you simply do not care. Should they? Are we not being asked that question right now, do you care?

The answer may not come easily. But I wonder if we are supposed to start there, in merely asking ourselves where we fall? Do we care or not? If so, what are you doing to help change your existence, your world? If you do not care, why is that? What has your experience been that you do not value life regardless of color, gender, or anything different from you?

I know we are different, each one us. But there is something that binds people of color and our communities, the simple fact that we are so often ignored until we become a threat. What do we threaten – your way of life, a clear path to getting what you want, a change in the way you see the world?

Why are we marginalized and NOT allowed an existence where we DO NOT have to defend our bodies, our presence, our experience, and our identity?

Communities of color have been taught oppression through violence and marginalization. As Blacks, Latinos, Asians, Natives, and so many more labels placed upon us, we were taught that we should keep quiet, accept things as they are, and with that, give up our voice and power. That belief has been ingrained in many of us – that despite whatever we do, nothing will change.

But it must. Systemic racism is a weight that impacts our mental health every day. The subtle jabs, the words used to describe us, the overt depictions of our brothers and sisters as monsters tire us out. But a mental shift happens every time when we choose to go out into the world. We choose to keep moving forward despite the ongoing sadness, depression, anxiety, and fear we feel.

We cannot set aside our emotions and our mental health. Carrying the burden of ignorance and racism has far-reaching impacts in our communities of color and we cannot ignore that.

Our mental health and well-being have to be protected, discussed, and addressed in the context of our cultural worldview and experiences. Do not take away our identity when we are urging to be heard.

I believe that change can happen, and because of that, I have thought about where my power lies. I have asked myself where I can create change that can be lasting, and I have concluded that change happens one person at a time. Share your experience because there are people out there that are committed to listening and doing more.

Maybe you do not agree, and that is okay. Find your path.

This post courtesy of Mental Health America.

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Cory Wharton Breaks Silence After MTV Cuts Ties With Taylor Selfridge

Not happy. Cory Wharton, who has been part of the MTV family since 2014’s The Real World: Ex-Plosion, has spoken out following the firing of Taylor Selfridge after racially charged tweets resurfaced.

“One of my favorite athletes of all-time is Kobe Bryant and one of his favorite philosophies is ‘Control what you can control.’ What I can’t control, though, is the decisions that MTV as a company has made,” Wharton, 29, said in a statement obtained by Us Weekly on Wednesday, June 10. “To those of you that were ready to watch the special, I want to say thank you for your support. I have such an amazing community that supports me, my family and my daughters.”

The Challenge star continued: “I have not parted ways with MTV. That needs to be understood. I’ve learned that burning bridges is never the solution. Even though I have no ill-will against MTV, I am disappointed and saddened by their decision. As all of you know, narrative is a very powerful tool. I feel like the narrative that you want about me should be accurate. It should be true, and it should be from me. This is why I am putting all of my time, energy and effort into my YouTube channel, “The Wharton Family.” That’s where you’ll get an inside look at my family as we build our life together.”

Wharton noted that next week, on Wednesday, June 17, the birthing video will be uploaded onto the family’s YouTube page. “It won’t be the special, but it will introduce you guys to Mila,” he added.

Cory Wharton Breaks Silence After MTV Cuts Ties With Taylor Selfridge
Cory Wharton and Taylor Selfridge. Courtesy Taylor Selfridge/Instagram

On Tuesday, June 9, the network announced that they were severing ties with Selfridge, 26, while also deciding not to air Teen Mom OG at Home: Cory & Taylor’s Baby Special, which was set to run that night.

“MTV pulled Teen Mom OG at Home: Cory & Taylor’s Baby Special from its Tuesday schedule and is ending our relationship with Taylor Selfridge in light of her past racist statements on social media,” a spokesperson for the network said in a statement to Us. “MTV strongly condemns systemic racism and stands with those raising their voices against injustice.”

Selfridge, who appeared on Are You the One? and Ex on the Beach before dating Wharton, shared her side of the story via Instagram, claiming that she “made the decision last week to not film the next season of Teen Mom OG with Cory for the benefit of myself and my daughter. ”

Cory Wharton Taylor Selfridge and baby Mila Cory Wharton Breaks Silence After MTV Cuts Ties With Taylor Selfridge
Cory Wharton, Taylor Selfridge and baby Mila. Courtesy Cory Wharton & Taylor Selfridge

The reality star noted that “the reality tv lifestyle” is not what she wants at this time of her life.

“With current events being what they are and reality tv being selective in who they apply rules to or what is considered acceptable behavior, I do not have any further respect,” she wrote. “Once again, I apologize to anyone I have hurt or offended in the past. I have addressed my mistakes many times on the network and I would like to move on and continue to be the best version of myself. My past does not define who I am today and I hope you guys can see the change. Please respect my decision to provide a normal, healthy life for my family.”

Wharton and ex-girlfriend Cheyenne Floyd joined the cast of Teen Mom OG in 2018, which followed their journey with 3-year-old daughter Ryder. Selfridge began appearing on the show when she started dating Wharton in 2019. The pair welcomed a daughter, Mila, in April and filmed the birth amid the COVID-19 pandemic for the special.

“I am kind of camera shy. I don’t really enjoy cameras in my face, but I don’t think that I would have been on camera delivering if there was production there,” Selfridge said on the “Watch With Us” podcast ahead of the special’s original premiere date. “I would have said no to that. I wouldn’t want production in there at all. Cory was basically filming, so it wasn’t a big deal to me.”

Selfridge’s firing comes one day after MTV cut ties with The Challenge‘s Dee Nguyen, following offensive comments made about the Black Lives Matter movement. Wharton is part of the current season of The Challenge, airing now.

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New York removed questions about mental health from the bar so law students will no longer suffer in silence

“Today marks a historic step forward in addressing the ongoing mental health crisis in the legal profession,” said New York State Bar Association (NYSBA) President Henry M. Greenberg. “Future generations of New York lawyers no longer need to live in fear that bravely and smartly seeking treatment for mental health issues could one day derail their careers.”
The decision follows a CNN report on Sunday that law students said they didn’t get mental health treatment for fear it would keep them from becoming lawyers. According to one study, 45% of law students said they would be discouraged from seeking mental health treatment out of concern it would negatively affect bar admission.

Chief Judge Janet DiFiore announced the decision — supported by educators and mental health organizations– in her State of the Judiciary address and credited the NYSBA for raising the issue, the NYSBA said in a release Wednesday.

A report from the NYSBA Working Group on Attorney Mental Health’s report in November found that law students are experiencing more stress than ever, but that mental health inquiries on the application lead many students not to seek help, the NYSBA said. It also concluded that such questions were in violation of the Americans with Disabilities Act.

Two days later, State Senate Judiciary Committee Chairman Brad Hoylman introduced legislation prohibiting the application from asking about mental health, the NYSBA said.

Law students say they don't get mental health treatment for fear it will keep them from becoming lawyers. Some states are trying to change that

New York is the 11th state to remove questions around mental health, the NYSBA said.

The questions have been removed voluntarily in some cases, but by the Department of Justice in the case of Louisiana.

The DOJ launched an investigation and concluded in 2014 that the Louisiana bar violated the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) through practices including making “discriminatory inquiries” about mental health, subjecting applicants to additional investigations because of their mental health conditions and making discriminatory admissions recommendations.

A settlement between the department and the state mandated changes including removing “intrusive” questions about mental health. The ADA has not yet been applied to any other state’s bar.

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Ellen Pompeo Breaks Her Silence on Justin Chambers’ ‘Grey’s’ Exit

Time to say goodbye. Ellen Pompeo broke her silence on Saturday, January 11, after her Grey’s Anatomy costar Justin Chambers announced he would be leaving the beloved series.


The actress, 50, retweeted a Vanity Fair tweet that read, “#GreysAnatomy is about to feel one of its biggest losses yet,” to which she replied, “Truer words have never been spoken @VanityFair 💔.”

Pompeo and Chambers starred in the fan-favorite ABC drama for 16 seasons. On Friday, January 10, the 49-year-old actor confirmed the shocking news that his time at Grey Sloan Memorial was coming to an end.

Ellen Pompeo Responds Justin Chambers Shocking Greys Anatomy Exit
Justin Chambers and Ellen Pompeo at Sergio Tacchini’s STLA Launch on February 21, 2019 in Los Angeles, California. Jason Merritt/Radarpics/Shutterstock

“There’s no good time to say goodbye to a show and character that’s defined so much of my life for the past 15 years,” Chambers said in statement to Deadline. “For some time now, however, I have hoped to diversify my acting roles and career choices. And, as I turn 50 and am blessed with my remarkable, supportive wife and five wonderful children, now is that time.”

The actor continued, “As I move on from Grey’s Anatomy, I want to thank the ABC family, Shonda Rhimes, original cast members Ellen Pompeo, Chandra Wilson and James Pickens, and the rest of the amazing cast and crew, both past and present, and, of course, the fans for an extraordinary ride.”

Chambers played Alex Karev, best friend of Pompeo’s Meredith Grey, since the season 1 premiere of Grey’s Anatomy. Us Weekly previously reported that Chambers delivered his last lines two months before confirming his departure from the show.

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Ellen Pompeo and Justin Chambers on ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. Abc-Tv/Kobal/Shutterstock

While several stars of the long-running hospital drama have already said their final goodbyes, Pompeo revealed during a September appearance on the Late Late Show With James Corden that her ideal Grey’s Anatomy ending would feature the original cast.

“Well, I can’t really say what I think, because if we really do what I want to do, then that would give it away,” the Catch Me If You Can actress teased. “I’d love to have some of the old cast come back. That probably won’t happen, but that would be the most amazing way to [end it] … There’s a lot of pressure on that final episode.”

Grey’s Anatomy airs on ABC Thursdays at 9 p.m. ET. and has already been renewed for season 17.

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Dan Spilo Breaks His Silence After Being Ejected From ‘Survivor’

Speaking out. Nearly one week after Survivor revealed that Dan Spilo had been removed from the game due to multiple incidents, the agent, 48, has broken his silence.

“I am deeply sorry for how my actions affected Kellee during the taping of this season of Survivor,” Spilo told People magazine on Tuesday, December 16, referencing the way he made contestant Kellee Kim uncomfortable. “After apologizing at the tribal council when I first learned that Kellee still felt uncomfortable, I want to make sure I do so again, clearly and unambiguously. I truly regret that anyone was made to feel uncomfortable by my behavior.”

Dan Spilo Breaks His Silence After Being Removed from 'Survivor'
Dan Spilo on ‘Survivor: Island of Idols.’ Robert Voets/CBS Entertainment

He went on to explain that he hopes this experience will help him down the road. “In my life, I have always tried to treat others with decency, integrity and kindness,” he said. “I can only hope that my actions in the future can help me to make amends and show me to be the kind of father, husband, colleague and friend that I always aim to be.”

During the December 11 episode of Survivor, host Jeff Probst arrived at camp the morning after a tribal council and told the remaining castaways that Spilo had been removed and would not be part of jury. He did not give them any context. Then, the following title card was displayed on screen: “Dan was removed from the game after a report of another incident, which happened off-camera and did not involve a player.”

Dan Spilo Breaks His Silence After Being Removed from 'Survivor'
Kellee Kim on ‘Survivor: Island of Idols.’ Robert Voets/CBS Entertainment

This was not the first incident involving Spilo during the season as Kim, 29, told Spilo in the first episode that she was uncomfortable with how touchy he was. Production later stepped in, on day 22, and CBS gave him a warning about his behavior. However, it wasn’t until day 36 that he was removed from the competition.

For the first time in the nearly 20-year show, the series’ finale reunion show will be pretaped instead of airing live, in order to avoid the controversial topics.

The Survivor finale airs on CBS Wednesday, December 18, at 8 p.m. ET.

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