Mercury's Retrograde

Meh. I got nothin’





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You may have noticed that I’m not myself lately (not the fun-loving, story-telling nut job I normally am, that is). I’ve been otherwise detained with business opportunities (of which, involve classical pilates certification, the FINAL launch of my memoir Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood, an entire revamp of my personal website, teaching Pilates on steroids and now, TAXES).

It’s not easy writing a blog when so much else is spinning, especially if and when Mercury is in retrograde.


It’s tough to conquer the world when your equipment goes schizo.

I’m not saying I believe in all this hocus-pocus stuff that people apparently LOVE to dish out. And trust me… I’ve been exposed to it all, and it can be some downright WHACKY bullshit. If you happen to live your life by tincture and crystal please don’t be offended. It doesn’t make me love you less, but I’m not one to go there without serious research or at least gut-level sense.

And hey,don’t know the mysteries of the universe, (although I’ve been quite sure I’ve solved them over cocktails now and then), but ask to hover crystals over my body to see if my chi is balanced, or whatever, and I’ll make you a deal: I’d love to read the entire Webster’s Unabridged dictionary to you in a seven hour sitting.

This to say, that Mercury may or may NOT be in retrograde… but dammit all, I am BACK people!!

Okay… I’m sort of back. Let’s not go crazy. I’m not totally back right this second.

Right now, in this  moment?…

Well… I got nothin’.


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MTV Movie Awards

A little peek


This is the last week you can pre-order the hard-cover copy of my book “Ms. Cheevious in Hollyood: My Zany Years Spent Working in Tinsel Town” at a discount! Order now.

If you’re waiting for the paperback or eBook version, that’s okay. You can still do something for me. Go to the page and sign up to be my fan, would you? This will help me in the future, to know who wants the book, even if it’s not now.


Below is little peek into the book, and what’s in store if you read it! FUN.FUN.FUN, I say.


If I’d Attacked Him He’d Be Dead

“I wonder if Scarlett Johansson can tell I escaped insanity to be here.”


“Lisa Jey!”

Aaron, my friend and boss called into the headset, “I need you to get Scarlett Johansson and take her to prompter! She’s hung up at red carpet somewhere. Over!” Kkkhhh.

“I’m on it,” I replied. Hmm … I saw Lost in Translation … I’ll recognize her, I thought. But as I opened the sound stage door, I was met by a barrage of equipment and people: celebrities drinking and chatting, production crews maneuvering cameras and boom microphones and journalists, all crammed together outside the backstage door. I had to get through this cluster just to get to the red carpet and I had to move fast. Okay, this may not be so easy.

I pushed my way authoritatively through the crowd, without prejudice. “People! Hello! Can—you—please—MOVE? It’s imperative I get through now! Snoop Dogg? Hi. I’m sorry! No time to talk here. I have! To get! To red! Carpet!”

I finally spilled out of the other side of the crowd near the opposite end of the red carpet nearly tripping over my own stilettos (I always dress up for show time). Behind me lay party mayhem. In front of me were scattered miscellaneous faces in utter silence. It was like night and day. Where was everyone? And where was Scarlett? I scanned the landscape frantically, looking for someone who might know my charge. A few guys wearing baggie jeans with boxers exposed, black shades, sports jerseys and tons of gold bling were talking on cell phones and slouching against the audience stands. Rappers… Why do they all dress alike? I walked up to one of them, who had his phone up to his ear and asked, “Have you seen Scarlett Johansson?” He said nothing, but pointed to his right and looked over toward a skinny little thing who was smiling and chatting away, seemingly amused by the mayhem behind me. She looked fabulous in a black little bustier dress and yellow mesh tank. Her hair looked like it was pulled up in these tiny sort-of chop-stick things.

I walked over to her, conjuring up my most cheerful voice and said, “Hey there! I need to get you to prompter pretty quickly. They’re waiting for you.”

“Okay,” she answered with a smile and followed me. This time, the chaotic crowd seemed like no big deal. I knew it was for one reason only: I had Scarlett with me. The friggin’ Red Sea parted because everyone wanted a piece of—I mean a glance at Scarlet Johansson.

As we worked our way through, Scarlet kept pausing to greet every single person along the way she seemed to know, and there were a ton. This is not good. Finally the stage door came into view, and just as I was starting to feel my breath recalibrate, Scarlett stopped dead in her tracks and began a full-on conversation with an unassuming guy who was standing there in a tan leather jacket and dark sunglasses. I had no idea how she knew him, or why anyone would assume it was okay to hold things up, but he was smiling a lot and looked pretty happy. I just didn’t get it. I would have burst into flames, but my appreciation and enthusiasm for all things fun and social (not to mention the fact that I kept getting involved in Scarlett’s little conversations, laughing and smiling right along with her and her “friends”) kept me somewhat cool. I couldn’t tell whether any of them saw through my clever producer disguise. I found I was pretty adept at waxing professional and not letting on about anything that had gone on in my life. But it was in those moments, attempting to relate to people who were on the red carpet, and who knew Scarlett for one reason or another, that I couldn’t help but wonder if they saw “Damaged” or “Been through hell” written all over my face. Was there any chance Scarlett saw past the headset into the chaotic, heartbreaking world I’d come from? Could she possibly see that I’d been through the horrors of my husband’s violent drug addiction, the threat of losing my kids and going to jail, and had suffered deeply seeing my older son under someone else’s care? I hoped not, as I chuckled and smiled as knowingly as possible at their talk of designer gowns or shoes, or the party they’d been to in Cannes. I watched as she and this mystery guy laughed together for all on the sidelines to see.

After a few minutes, I was jolted back again. Kkkhhh. “Lisa Jey! Where’s Scarlett?! Over!” Kkkhhh.

Trying to talk under my breath I mumbled into the headset “I’ve got her. We’re at the stage door. But there’s a hold-up.”

“What?” Aaron commanded. In that second I noticed a boom mic hanging over my head and with a glance over my shoulder saw an entire MTV camera crew behind me, trying to capture all of this on film. Why is everyone making such a big deal about this?

Then, Mr. Unassuming reached out, shook my hand and said, “Hi. How’re you doing?”

Oh. I get it now.

“I’m good, thanks!” I said cheerily…


“So, you were the Tom they were looking for earlier?” I said, laughing to Mr. Unassuming Tom Cruise.

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It’s time kids

I know it’s been almost nine friggin years in the making, and I realize it’s been so damn long that to refer to my memoir “Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood – My Zany Years Spent Working In Tinsel Town” as much anticipated, or even long overdue, seems well, a little old and worn. I also am cognizant of the fact I have been promising this book for so long that the mere mention of it here on the blog has been scant, to say the least, and has mostly been relegated to the BOOKS page of the site.

But guess what?

The day when I can ACTUALLY say “I wrote a memoir” and have it be – well… TRUE… is HERE. And that day is TODAY (well, I made the pre-order available a few days ago, but it counts).



Though it’s the hardcover that’s available for pre-order at a discount ($24.99 instead of the $29.00 release price) until the book is set to release on February 1, and the paperback and eBook versions will be available later this year, THIS IS HUGE!

As a special part of this pre-order nonsense, I am offering to sign your copy. This could be really valuable, you know, in case I become famous one day, and then die, and assuming you are still living and decide to auction it off. It could happen.


And, call me crazy, but I’m not even charging extra to sign your book, and mail it personally to you (you just have to select the “package” option on the page).

I know, right? That shit is CRAZY.

So, it’s time kids! If you don’t want to preorder a copy, AT LEAST follow this link and go and FAN the damn page, would ya?

Here’s the link. Have fun: http://www.mscheevious.pubslush.com

No sign off stuff here because I did this all from my phone while on the chair lift in Mammoth Mountain (okay, I’m lying. I’m actually on the floor in the bathroom of our hotel room in Mammoth at 4:15 AM and couldn’t sleep until I told you guys about this, even though I am on my phone and this is a pain in the ass, because this shit right here IS the shit… You know? But saying I did it just prior to jumping into the halfpipe on my snowboard sounds so much cooler). Have a great week everyone and GO RIGHT NOW TO FAN MY PRE-ORDER PAGE AND MAYBE EVEN PRE-ORDER A SIGNED COPY.


#MomFactor: All women, in general, will enjoy this book, but moms will take more away from this book, I think; and if you’re a single mom, especially, then this book is for you, written with you in mind, my dear. GET IT. READ IT. COMMIT IT TO MEMORY. That is, if you want to.


Win Two Free Months of Nerium Night Cream!

Win Two Free Months of Nerium Night Cream! Woot!



(If this post is not for you, and you’re reading this via RSS or Email, just keep scrolling. The “FUNNY” continues!)

I had the unbelievable good fortune and pleasure of trying NERIUM night cream over the last few months. I was going about my days putting the stuff on, not really thinking much about it, when one day I realized my skin just looked tighter and smoother. I also realized that I’d not been bothering to wear makeup or cover up around my wrinkled smile-lines, which had become the norm for me. I even posted a photo on my Facebook profile bragging about it (click here to view it).

Yep, I was SOLD. But you see, I hadn’t bought a thing. Pure and Bright Skin (my niece, to be exact… Full disclosure here) agreed to let me try the stuff for a couple of months, because she was SURE I would love it. I only agreed to try it and share it here if, in the event I did love the stuff, she would offer the same two month trial to one of YOU.

Here are a couple of my before and after photos, but know this: Nerium also evens out skin tone and is known to repair damaged skin and clear blemishes. So if your face is reddish in tone, Nerium may brighten it up a bit. These photos have not been retouched:

Before and after mouth on Nerium Before and After Eyes

If you aren’t in the know about Nerium, or you’re just skeptical, here are some VERY REAL before and after images of more Pure and Bright clients:
Pure and Bright Skin results on Nerium Male results after 7 days
 The man in the photo above, had his after photos taken after seven days. Is this stuff the BOMB or what?
Another male on Nerium - Great results
And remember that thing about how Nerium evens out the skin tone and clears blemishes?
Evening skin tones and clearing blemishes
So my loves, here is your chance.


It will take you to the contest on my Facebook Page, where you’ll be prompted to do three things (“Like” our Facebook pages – not just visit the page,  though that’s what the button says – and then post a specific type of comment here on the blog):

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Good luck everyone!
Finally meeting in real life!

My virtual world is more real





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Thursday was a BIG day for me. I met some of my all-time BFF chick friends for the first time in real life (we call that #IRL in cyberspace). We met for dinner and this is the proof:

Finally meeting in real life!

This is what has become of us, people. We have friends, followers and minions via the world wide web. Most of those people only see a dim view of our real selves and most people are content to keep it that way. But really, that’s what makes virtual relationships golden: we have the ability to present the perfect picture to our online friends, as well as the ability to turn off, un-follow, un-friend anyone who gets too close, or just too freaking batshit crazy.

Now, I on the other hand am ME, online and in person. THIS TAKES GUTS (that, or no moral compass or ability to make cogent, wise decisions). These girls are authentically them, also, and I LOVE THEM TO DEATH!!!

We’ve been virtual friends for quite some time. It’s been a slow and steady courtship, however. We’ve collaborated on projects like #DatingChat on Twitter, and toyed with doing Skype or Google Hangout Chats (if only Dirty In Public wasn’t based in Timbuk-No-Signal), and we visit each other’s blogs to show some love now and then too.

It’s been something like four + years, I believe. It began when I stumbled upon Dirty’s fantastic twitter profile:


And since the computer geek gods haven’t figured everything out, you probably can’t see what’s above if you’re viewing this via RSS or email. So,  here something pretty to look at (and you can click to follow if you so desire):

Dirty in Public Twitter


That virtual relationship grew and Ms. Dirty Girl introduced me to a gaggle of various other dating and relationship bloggers. Many of them have come and gone, but the two that remain steady are Marrie Lobel of Dirty in Public and Suzie of Single Dating Diva.  Here is Suzie’s Twitter profile:




Single Dating Diva on Twitter


I’ve been spending some time with these girls, and let me tell you something: THESE GIRLS ALMOST OUTDO ME in the fun, laughs and good times department.

I know. Hard to believe.

This got me thinking. It’s interesting the zany (and a little scary) world we live in today, where we meet and develop friendships with people virtually, more easily and more often than we do so in real life. What’s even scarier is that most kids today do not see this as unusual. To them, THIS IS NORMAL. But to us, THIS IS THE NEW NORMAL (tweet that here if you like)

Hey, I’m not knocking it. I met Marrie and Suzie didn’t I? And they rock.

Stay tuned for stories of the adventures of Ms. Cheevious, Dirty in Public and Single Dating Diva (as well as some other lucky dating and relationship bloggers here in LA), but until then, think about THIS:


You know more about me than most people I see on a regular basis. 


Now THAT is scary… the fact my virtual world really may be more real than reality.


#MomFactor: Teach your kids to be authentic in their virtual worlds, but also, how to make friends and communicate IN REAL LIFE. KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE! 

(Some fun other tweets you can share are here and here)

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When we pull out the big guns

When we bring out the big guns



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I told you guys the story of my sister and I flying out to spruce up the family home a few weeks ago. But I left out a little doozy that happened when we went to hear our baby brother’s band play that weekend.

Just know that if you cross two white chicks over forty with extremely loud (like, the cocktails on the table shake and spill, loud) heavy metal music, you will force them to bring out the big guns.

Understand that prior to this, WE WERE READY TO ROCK. We’d been ready all day. After working our fingers to the bone for two days straight, beautifying the family home, a rock-n-roll night would be had by all, dammit. We cranked Bohemian Rhapsody, on the way over in the car and sang every word of that song, Wayne’s World style, to prepare.

Even when our bro’s band started to play their original songs, we weren’t just a little deflated that we didn’t get to hear our favorite Motley Crue song (everyone has one, right? Girls, Girls, Girls, right? Oh, I am GOOD.), but we got up to dance a few times anyway.

Then the second act came on. The guy sang in alternating tones: deep and forbidding, and “frat boy on helium”. Occasionally he would put on his best scary, screamy-terror voice – the kind that sounded like he had a gnarly case of laryngitis and made me want to run up and give him a throat lozenge. But the best part was his running around the crowd (of oh about thirty people). He had a really cool special mic set-up that allowed him to run out while singing. If you’ve ever had your eardrums burst by the squealing pitch of feedback, you understand just how special this mic was.

What got me was what the guy chose to do with his cool toy. I’m sure he was doing the best he could, but dang, I would have RULED that thing. I would have climbed up on the speakers and sang, gotten the chicks in the crowd to dance with me and throw their shirts off… The possibilities were endless! This guy just sort of ran back and forth, and back and forth… And occasionally to and fro.

I tried to laugh and joke about it with my sister, but when I delivered my best zinger, she just stared blankly at me. There would be no communicating by traditional means with that loud, squealing, forbidding, night terror guy running around.

So, we pulled out the big guns, our smart phones.

When heavy metal is too loud, pull out the big guns.

Gotta love technology, if not for the sole purpose of delivering zingers.

Click here to tweet about the Frat-Boy on Helium…. or here to talk about the gnarly-laringitis-heavy-metal guy.

If you liked the Motley Crue artwork, give a visit to this talented artist’s page: http://nakamarusama.deviantart.com/art/Mick-Mars-paper-child-345610900

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I have the Midas "Twouch"

I’ve got the Midas “Twouch”





I haven’t said anything about this yet, but I have the Midas Touch on Twitter… I’m calling it the Midas Twouch, actually. (you can tweet that here).

If you don’t “Tweet” you may change your mind in a minute.

Here are some verifiable examples of how I’ve tweeted things into existence. It’s like MAGIC. I’m not even TRYING to get things, and yet they keep showing up at my door.


About a year ago I received a delectable box of chocolates in the mail from Sucre Chocolates in New Orleans after I’d been tweeting about how much I love chocolate. No surprise there. I made a video about that yummy box of chocolates and how it made me dance like Elaine from Seinfeld here, Below is a sampling of my tweets about chocolate, culminating in said “box” being sent to me:

Ms. Cheevious Chocolate Tweets



I’m constantly tweeting that Vodka is my first choice in alcohol. Because of this, I received some vodka infused, yummy, healthy VitaFrute in two flavors, which made for some excellent, refreshing cocktails for a few months.


Here’s the tweet image in case you can’t see it above:

Vita Frute

The amount of time I spend online is asinine and I should be committed. It had gotten so ridiculous, I remember about six months ago saying out loud something like “When is all of this FREAKING HARD WORK going to pay off for REAL?”

That’s because tweeting, posting to Facebook and Instagram (for three accounts each, me the Author, me the Health Nut and for Ms. Cheevious), youtube, blogs, etc. etc... is a TON of work. I spend most of the hours in my day in front of a computer, tablet or smart phone communicating to people in a virtual world.



I ran out of my favorite face products near the end of last year (December). I was tweeting about this, and how I needed some new products, stat. Shortly afterward, Dr. Garo Kassabian at Lift MD Aesthetics hooked me up with a huge free kit, and a diamond facial! It was awesome. They also gave the same thing to one of you lovely people.

I tweeted this, rather non-chalantly afterward.


Here is the image, in case the above tweet isn’t displaying properly:

I've Got the Midas Twouch



So, I had just asked “When is this going to pay off for real?” And I had just tweeted #NewCar, when my answer came. I received an email from Klout (another online platform both Ms. Cheevious and me are on, which measures your online influence), letting me know I’d won their Perk contest from Chrysler. The prize? A free two year lease of a new car.  I called Klout headquarters to make sure it wasn’t a scam. It was real.



As Peter Parker’s uncle said “With great power comes great responsibility.” Something I hadn’t accounted for, was the power of my joking tweets. I can’t seem to track it down, but somewhere along the way I tweeted about winning a big prize, and how it was too bad it wasn’t a bundle of money.

Two weeks later, Chrysler called and asked if I would like to have a cash prize instead.



Here is the proof on Instagram (snapshot also below):



This just happened. I won it. Yep. #ChryslerPerk #CashInsteadOfACar.


I’ve also tried to tweet a television series into existence for M.C. Nugget, but instead was approached by a casting director myself for a network TV show. I’m still fine-tuning that one.

SCARY STUFF. One mustn’t confuse the Twitterverse!

So, I’ll just be over here, tweeting about my best-selling book and Nuggie’s three picture deal.


In the meantime, I’m taking tweet requests in the comments on this post. No promises or guarantees.



#MomFactor: You’ve tried everything to get the kids to eat spinach? If all else fails, TWEET mama! TWEET!

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#Contest #Cause

1) You cannot be an employee of Invitae.
2) The winner must be over 18 and his or her doctor must submit a test order that confirms s/he is an appropriate candidate for BRCA testing based on his or her assessment of the patient and his/her family history. 


I’m taking a break this week from my regularly scheduled funny and random posts to address something extremely important and close to my heart: YOU and YOUR HEALTH.

In honor of Hereditary Breast and Ovarian Cancer Week (this week of September 29, 2014), I’m giving away two (count em, TWO) BRCA Genetic Screenings.


I know, I know.

Why do I think you would want or need the genetic test or “BRCA” screening, and what the hell is it?

National HBOC week for BRCA and other Related Cancer Issues

I’ll tell you.

The BRCA screening is important for anyone who’s had a relative (or close friend, or loved one) with breast or ovarian cancer. It tells patients whether or not they have the mutation, putting them at a higher risk for those (and a few other types of) cancers.



The cancers that can occur as a result of this BRCA high risk range from the obvious: ovarian and breast cancers; to the not-so-obvious: pancreatic, prostate and male breast cancers (as well as various forms of skin cancer, stomach and others). So basically, we’re talking about a LOT of cancers, and a potential butt-load of risk.

I think it’s extremely important to tell people in families with Breast & Ovarian Cancer about the screening, whether they know if they carry the gene or not. If you don’t have a relative who’s suffered through any of the related cancers, chances are, you’ve got a friend who has. So, listen up!

If you or a friend or relative know someone who’s had Breast or Ovarian Cancer… This test (and this give-away) is for you, or for someone you love! 



And I (along with Invitae – a genetics testing company), am offering you and anyone you know a chance to win a free genetic screening and the genetic counseling to go along with it (actually two chances because there are two screenings being given away)!!!! This thing can cost about $4,000.00, if ordered via traditional methods, people.

Why am I doing this?

Well, because.

Even though I come from a family of 11 kids (10 siblings from the same parents), my sister died of Ovarian Cancer, which she got at the age of 46. She was the first and only one of our family members to have any BRCA related cancers, and she didn’t make it out alive! My sister had to die for me to be seen as “at risk enough” to get the test, and I tested positive, as did another of my sisters (none of my 6 brothers have opted for the screening).

I told all the details of my entire journey on the Ms. Cheevious blog here, and on the Huffington Post here., and I was on The Doctors TV show telling that story as well, with the brilliant cosmetic surgeon who performed my one-stage mastectomy/breast reconstruction (you can see some of it by clicking here).

Suffice it to say, if it weren’t for my sister’s passing, me and my other nine siblings (as well as all of our kids) may have never even known about the screening, whether or not we had the mutation, or what this shit was all about!!!


What you do with the knowledge is your responsibility. I do not suppose to tell you what is best for you, so once you have the knowledge… Well, the rest is up to you.

I was fortunate that my insurance covered the screening, but not everyone is so lucky.

The Contest:

For those of you who would like to win one of the two screenings I’m giving away, either for yourself or for someone you know, please read the rules:

1) You cannot be an employee of Invitae.

2) The winner must be over 18 and his or her doctor must submit a test order that confirms s/he is an appropriate candidate for BRCA testing based on his or her assessment of the patient and his/her family history. 

3) You may enter as many times as you wish, so come back daily to do so.

4) The prize is transferable, so enter for your loved ones, but if they do not meet the criteria of #2 above, and are randomly selected as a winner, a new winner will be chosen.


I wish I could give this to every single person alive who needs it, but good luck everyone! Please enter DAILY to increase your odds of winning. The winner will be selected on Monday, October 6, 2014.

Here is your chance to enter and win (if the full giveaway isn’t showing in your browser, click here to see it on the Ms. Cheevious Facebook page, or here on Rafflecopter.com):
a Rafflecopter giveaway

#MomFactor: Well, if you, your baby daddy, husband or significant other fall into the category of people who can get this screening, you owe it to yourself and to your kids to enter!

*According to the Susan G. Komen website, in the U.S., between one in 400 and one in 800 people in the general population have a BRCA1/2 mutation. Prevalence varies by ethnic group. Among Ashkenazi Jewish men and women, about one in 40 have a BRCA1/2 mutation.

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The first Attempt at a Star...

Sometimes you have to do things for yourself





When friends come to play in LA, I don’t always have the freedom to run around town with them. But when my friend Stiletto came to town all the way from Florida to introduce us to her beau (who’d never been to LA), I broke away for a little fun. Getting to Hollywood from the beach is no small task, even on a Wednesday at 1PM. It took me a solid hour to get there, and by the time I made it to the Roosevelt Hotel to meet them for lunch, they’d already sampled a handful of the craft cocktails at Public Bar. I sat down next to my friend, observed an interesting pink colored cocktail with a sprig of Rosemary sticking out of it in front of her, and after a hellacious drive, I said “I’ll have what she’s having.” It was called the Strawberry Fields with Russian Standard, Strawberry, Rosemary, lime and Ginger beer. I ordered it sans Ginger beer. And this is how my afternoon with them began.

With cocktails.

After lunch, we walked along Hollywood Boulevard and I grinned as I recalled the last time I was on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, with my sisters.

There is something about Hollywood that brings out the mischief in me. [you can tweet that]

So, when Stiletto suggested it was time I had my own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, I couldn’t argue.

I don’t know that one of those stars will ever be presented to me, but sometimes you have to do things for yourself.

In red lipstick.

And when the first attempt isn’t always the best.

The first Attempt at a Star...

You try, try again.

Ms. Cheevious on The Hollywood Walk of Fame

Ms. Cheevious by her Star


#MomFactor: Tell your kids this, and exemplify it for them: If at first you don’t succeed, TRY, TRY AGAIN. 

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Surgeon at The Knick

I’m ready for my closeup Mr. Soderbergh





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Cinemax’s new show “The Knick” about medicine and surgery at the Knickerbocker Hospital in New York City starring Clive Owen, is just, well, gross. It’s chilling, it’s gritty and it’s loathsome (if you’ve ever been around that kind of addiction as I have)… and yet… it’s fantastic (you can tweet that). Even with all its base goings-on, I couldn’t stop watching.

The series premiere opens with Dr. Thackery (Clive Owen) shooting cocaine between his toes as he rides to work in a horse drawn carriage. The gruesome medical practices, which were thought to be cutting edge procedures of modern medicine at the time, are played out in all their guts and glory (pun intended) for all to see in a room full of un-scrubbed, un-masked and presumably un-cleansed observers. Typical hurdles facing hospitals of the period are addressed, with talks about financial distress and the need for more surgeons. The Knick steps out on a limb, addressing the issues of segregation and discrimination with a new surgeon who, though well-educated, also happens to be black – unheard of in a white hospital circa. 1900.

I have been tweeting for months about the show via @lisajey because a friend of ours, the very talented Grainger Hines (follow him on Twitter), is one of the series regulars (playing wealthy financier Captain August Robertson), and we’ve been SUPER EXCITED for him and for the show’s premiere (which was this past Friday, August 8).

I was going about my merry tweeting business when one day I received notification that Cinemax followed me. I didn’t think too much of it because companies follow me all the time (and I don’t necessarily follow them back), but you know… this was CINEMAX.

Given my PR background, I initially thought Huh… someone’s figured out how awesome I am. And in this case I still didn’t automatically follow them back. I kinda figured they had their fair share of followers. I recall mentioning to M.C. Nugget (my beau, for you newbies) how they’d followed me, and how I found it a bit perplexing, but I said “What the heck. I’ll give them a follow, even though they don’t need me…”

Once I’d followed I realized the method to their lovely madness. They wanted to “direct message” (DM) me on Twitter, and they couldn’t do that unless I followed them. I’m glad I did. The direct message said they wanted to send me some swag from the show and they needed my address. I said HELL YEAH, and sent it over.

I expected a tee-shirt.


Here is what arrived:


The Knick's New Surgeon - ME

Now, before I launch into a diatribe about this little piece of marketing, let me deconstruct this personalized surgical kit for you (personalized because, you know, The Knick probably plans to add me to their surgical team). There are ointments, pills and tinctures (which made my car smell like Campho Phenique – even through the shipping materials), a bar of soap for scrubbing-in, surgical scissors, and that little gold thing that looks like a blood-letting device, along with some microscope slides to conduct my research. The gold blood-letter is a MEMORY DRIVE with posters, videos and more. As to the marketing behind this? GENIUS (end of diatribe).

Here are some of the tweets I shared as a result of this little surprise. If you aren’t seeing them via RSS or email, you can see everything the way it’s supposed to look here.



I’m so glad The Knick decided to add me as a new surgeon. I’m real good with scissors.

Surgeon at The Knick

All I can say is I’m ready for my close up Mr. Soderbergh.

#MomFactor: This television show is most certainly not appropriate for the little ones, but it is a-okay for mommies who don’t have a weak stomach.

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