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Something Wicked This Way Comes

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-Julian Baggini

I want to make VERY CLEAR that even though this blog refers to the country singer Leann Rimes numerous times, what you’re about to read has absolutely nothing to do with my personal opinion of her. This is NOT about whether she's guilty or innocent of inciting certain behaviors, nor does it have anything to do with her personal life, conduct, talent, or twitter habits. I’m well aware that people will try to make it about that, but that subject has already been addressed,  relentlessly, by others. I'm not interested.

Instead, I wanted to talk about the behavior I’ve witnessed on twitter that seems to surround Ms. Rimes.  There is an all out, kill-or-be-killed war that’s been brewing for years between Ms. Rimes’ fans and those who...well, aren’t. 

Writing this, I tried to be as objective as humanly possible. Some of my twitter followers adore her. Many of my followers hate her. I honestly don’t give a shit either way. I’m cool with anyone interacting with me as long as they’re respectful of my beliefs. If they are, I’m respectful of theirs.

Frankly, I don’t comprehend the depth of these feelings either way about any celebrity, but recently it's erupted into something much bigger than her.  When it comes to Ms. Rimes...people seem to have forgotten that NOT EVERYONE MUST LIKE THE SAME THING. And, conversely...NOT EVERYONE MUST HATE THE SAME THING.
Last I heard, people have different taste, whether it's music or morality.

I'm the first to admit I'm no twitter angel. I’ve said stupid crap I've deeply regretted, and been drawn into toxic interactions myself, more times than I'm comfortable with. I'm an opinionated gal, and I've often desperately wished I'd been blessed with more grace and tact. All of this combined with the absolutely mortifying choices I’ve made in my past leave me in no position to judge anyone else. Which is why when I've witnessed certain things on twitter that have deeply troubled me, I’ve kept my yap shut."It's none of my business. I don't want the drama."

Until an incident happened last week that made it my business.

Before I get to that, if you’d like to get a small taste of what I’m referring to, and you’re on twitter, search Leann Rimes and see what comes up. I did this recently as I was writing this post, and I was honestly sickened and appalled. 

First, I must warn you: there are thousands of shocking tweets full of absolute, insane cruelty, mixed with many fan/positive tweets. Here’s a tiny sampling of the troubling things people have tweeted Ms. Rimes directly, just in the past few days:
“Fucking clowncunt” “Everyone hates you” “You fucking suck, why don’t you die?” “You’re lazy & fat hubby is unemployable” “Leann is sick cus she looked in the mirror & realized her life sucks” “Ugly whore” “Horse Face” “your stepsons hate you” “You’re a horrible vile cunt” “Cowardly cunt” “barren, childless Leann” "PigWhore""Liar""Laxanne""You make me sick""You disgusting cunt" and on and on and on.

*Since this blog came out many have decided to stop this behavior. Partially due to the blog itself, but also due to other reasons. So to see what I'm referring to, scroll back a few days.

Regardless, as disturbing as those comments are, being attacked is a sadly a cruel reality of being famous today. (Especially being famous and on social media.) Even though I think the comments above are just awful, I'm sad to say some of my followers  engage in this behavior all day long, every day. Despite privately wishing they’d stop already, or at least switch topics occasionally, many are people I truly like, many I feel personally connected to regarding their addictions, after they read GUTS. 

But they are far from the only ones at fault here. Just as disturbing are tweets from Ms. Rimes fans towards her haters. From what I can see, both sides are equally guilty. Jobs are constantly threatened, employers called, peoples children are threatened (in one awful case, a man actually wished death upon someone's  GRANDCHILDREN, simply because she wasn't a  fan. She was utterly devastated.) Accounts are being hacked daily, private information is tweeted,  Social Security #’s  and home addresses are shared, private photographs are tweeted, accounts are spammed until twitter shuts them down, and on and on and on and on and on.

The bullying is relentless.
If someone tweets a compliment to Ms. Rimes, they are immediately attacked for having this opinion.  If someone is critical/mean toward her, they are attacked. If Ms. Rimes tweets a celebrity and they tweet back, the celebrity is attacked. There are lists of “the enemy,” a group of “haters” who must be taken down at all costs. There are false accounts made to torment someone JUST BECAUSE THEY LIKE/HATE A COUNTRY SINGER.

This behavior has forced hundreds to close their twitter accounts, and almost all involved are now “private” due to the harassment. Yet it continues.

I got a small taste of it last week. Ms. Rimes had prevented a blogger & a paparazzi (both of whom have expressed very negative opinions of her) from attending her concert. She had them both escorted out by law enforcement. Both women had tweeted about the concert for weeks, purchased tickets well in advance, and both are gals in their 40's or 50's. Hardly what I would consider a threat. Yes, it’s terrible when someone writes mean shit about you. And yes, paparazzi can be extremely invasive. But, in my opinion, what were they gonna do, photograph her to death?

I’ve been a theater actress all my life, so when my twitter suddenly blew up with the information that police escorted them out, I tweeted my instinctive opinion (and one I still stand behind 100%):  I'm sorry, but kicking anyone out of a performance you're in simply because they write mean shit about you is the very height of idiocy.”
Immediately after I tweeted “As entertainers, we can’t always chose who our audience is.”

Holy shit. It was like I dropped a fucking bomb on a pre-school. People went apeshit. As you can see, I didn’t name names and it’s 100% my truthful opinion, which I have every right to have. I would have said the same thing regardless of the performer.  My opinion on this was formed by my long theater career and the adage "The show must go on." I’ve been absolutely eviscerated by a major NY critic, and a few months later had to perform my next play knowing he was there to judge me again. I've also had certain people attack me and write terrible blogs about me. It honestly wouldn't occur to me to ban them from a play or taping I was in. 

Once, this crazy guy tweeted he couldn't wait to "teach me a lesson" when I spoke at a recovery event near him in Texas. For days he threatened me with constant physical harm. He wanted to "karate chop my throat"& "take a shit in my mouth," among thousands of other threats.
I simply hired extra security and went about my day. 

Ask any performer what they think of this, and I'm certain they'd completely agree with me. As professionals, we perform. I don't believe Madonna or Kathy Griffin or Taylor Swift or Wynonna Judd would refuse entry to someone who's voiced very negative views on them.

My statement was taken as a personal attack on Ms. Rimes (which it truly wasn't) and a wall of rage and fury slammed into me. I won’t repeat what people said, mostly because it was all kind of a blur,  but there were hundreds of cruel attacks on my career (or, in their opinion, lack thereof), my talent (or lack thereof), my age (can't help that one), my sobriety, my face, my intelligence, my ego, my weight, and in a few cases,  accusations that I was just trying to ride Ms. Rimes coattails (Where to, I have no idea.)

I had to block over 50 people in a 40 minute time frame.  I don't really care,  I'm a big girl, I can handle some shit thrown my way.

But this is just stupid, you guys. It really is. 
It’s become insane, and I've seen it start to really harm people. 
It’s just not okay anymore. 

I want to say this to each of you: 
You can change. Right now. You can stop engaging in toxicity and hurtful behavior right this second. 

If someone wants to chat with their followers about liking/disliking someone, THAT’S THEIR RIGHT. If you don't agree, just block the fuckers and move the fuck on.
If someone wants to state an opinion about someone’s behavior, THAT’S THEIR RIGHT.  If you don't like it, just block the fucker and move the fuck on.

Starting today, I’ll begin unfollowing or blocking any of those who engage in this behavior, which makes me sad. I really like a bunch of you crazy twatters.

I've also disabled the comments section of this post, not because I don't want your feedback. I do.  Sadly, I believe it will become just another forum to trash each other, or Leann Rimes. 
And frankly, I've read enough of that to last me a lifetime.

I hope you understand the spirit with which this was intended. I just want to go back to having fun on twitter, and this nonsense is soul-crushing. For those who read it, and those who write it.

And THAT, my smartass beyatches, is my kumbaya moment of the week.

Love ya

KJo

Update: 


I was truly touched at the amount of incredibly positive reactions this blog received. So many were sick of it themselves, and wanted to move on.

Many said they would really try to change their part in this madness, which I found incredibly brave of them.
A 16 year-old girl I interact with on twitter DM'ed me this reaction: "Oh my God, people are so fucking cruel...It's so high school."
(Yay! Something fun for her to look forward to when she's all growed up!)

Sadly, there were still a small faction of people who missed the point entirely, and instead of  receiving the positive message I tried to impart, decided to once again point out to me how wrong I was to have made the statement about Ms. Rimes's decision to have those two ladies escorted out "before I had all the facts."

My belief is, we perform for anyone, unless we're in fear for our physical safety, or the physical safety of others. Not one person has been able to share any information with me that anyone's physical safety was compromised. 

I think it's rather interesting that of all the people who've insisted how wrong I was, how   "off-base"& "completely uninformed" I was,  that "she had every right to do that"...not one of these people actually makes their living as an entertainer.  So while I may be considered  "z-list" to some of them, the truth is, I've performed in almost 75 plays in NYC for the last 3 decades. I've shot hundreds of episodes of sitcoms in front of live audiences. I've spoken at countless benefits and in front of thousands of people regarding addiction and other issues. 
It's what I do. It's my job.

Which means that I'm actually completely qualified to voice an opinion regarding this matter. 

And to prove my point, I'd like to extend an invitation to those who've ever written cruel comments or blogs to/about me: ANY of you would be welcome to come to a taping of 'The Exes' when we start back up in January. I'm serious.
Finally, I wanted to thank you guys who opened your hearts & minds. I don't expect it to change overnight. A good rule of thumb (for me too!) is to remember that what we tweet says more about us than anyone else.

Thanks for reading.
I'll see you soon!

Love
KJo



Mrs. Chan

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Age has never really mattered to me, except the last 2 years of high school.
This is when something happened that propelled me overnight from a gawky theater geek with a terrible personality to the most in-demand invitee to every party.
I wish I could say this was due to my charm, intelligence, humor, or even my staggeringly high tolerance for booze.
But it wasn't.
I had a fake I.D.

You see, back then, before Al Gore invented the internet, fake I.D.s were exceedingly difficult to get and highly coveted.

It all started when somehow, the summer before I turned 15, I got hired for a part-time job at THE coolest store in the mall, The Limited. I wasn't exactly a fashion plate at the time, so they must have been really desperate. One of the managers was a stunning, intimidating and extraordinarily unpleasant girl named Hope. She ignored me completely until one night after work I was mistakenly invited to join the girls for drinks. Everyone else stumbled out after a few hours, until only Hope and I were left. We closed the place, and once she realized I could guzzle 30 beers without vomiting, she began inviting me to get wasted with her after work every night.

Hope was an ancient 21 or 22 years old, a little over 5 inches tall, with enormous boobs and long glossy black hair. She knew every bartender and bouncer at every bar and dance club. Even though her personality was actually just shy of unbearable, after an eighth vodka tonic her habit of loudly making fun of everyone's slightest physical defects was roll-on-the-floor funny.

One night, we spent hours at her place dressing up to hit a newly opened dance club that Hope had talked non-stop about for a week (in between making fun of fat people at the mall on our cigarette break.) By this time, she'd given me an unsuccessful Madonna makeover. (Picture the "Lucky Star" look as worn by Bea Arthur.) We got drunk in her car, put on more wet-n-wild liner, teased the shit out of our bangs, straightened our 7 thousand black rubber bracelets and triumphantly walked to the club. We knew were THE SHIT.
Except, I didn't get in.
I guess this was one bouncer Hope hadn't fucked yet.
She wanted to go in anyway, but we were in the middle of the desolate warehouse district and I had no other way of getting home. So she told me to sit in her Beemer and wait for her.
"But Hope" I tried not to whine "I gotta pee so bad!"
"Ugh. FINE."
She stormed back her car & silently dove me home, her lips white with fury.

The next day at work, Hope seemed over it, and was her usual hideous self. At the end of the day she gave us all our paychecks.
Later, I opened the envelope and saw that right there, cozily snuggling with my paycheck, was very realistic-looking ID. The name and descriptions were clearly not me, but it had my picture and was laminated. Despite the fact that I was now 33, it looked real!
The next day she was folding sweaters and I thanked her.
"For what?"
"For the, you know..." I looked around "the thing with my paycheck."
"Oh that?" She laughed "My brother has a drawer full, and it look him about 4 seconds. It's his job. You owe him $150."

That September, when Junior year started, word got out that I had an awesome fake ID, and suddenly people were showering me with attention and invites.
Heady stuff. Until then, I'd been a life-long stone-cold loser, and I certainly wasn't about to reject my sudden popularity over something as ridiculous as principles. I was wanted. I was needed. I was a goddamn superstar.

Every Friday afternoon in the late-eighties I'd be driven by my friend Dana's brother's best friend to Witowiak's Wine & Spirits or Trixies, or Big Jim's. I'd nervously enter, surrounded by a cloud of aquanet, pink Wet-n-Wild gloss hurriedly slathered on in the car.
Each time I knew this would be the time I'd be caught,
The clerk rang me up and asked for my ID. He looked at it, then up at me.
"Mrs. Chan?" 
"Yes?" I replied, trying to sound Chinese.
At this moment, in any other place in the world, police and parents would be called, I'd be grounded for a month and Mrs. Chan would be cut in half.

Thankfully, I was raised in the midwest.
"That'll be $14.99. You sure enjoy your ten cases of Old Milwaukee, five bottles of Jagermeister and three bottles of Wild Turkey!"
I bowed and turned.
"Oh, and Mrs. Chan?"
 Shit.
"Yes?"
"Hurry back!"


FINALLY!!!! SLAM update!!!

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I know you guys have been dying to know about SLAMnyc.org, and any updates...and I FINALLY have one for you!

First of all, whether you've given us $25 or $250, each and every donation has meant the world to us, and is finally being put to good use.

To fill you in, 8 years ago I heard that there were over 30 sober high schools throughout the US.  4 in Boston area alone.
Yet NYC & state has zero.

We at SLAM have worked our asses off trying to get the NYC board of Ed to give us a yes to go ahead with the school, and despite many people passionately supporting the idea, and multiple meetings with the board, we've been unsuccessful.

Our one true champion through all of this has been Erik Bottcher as well as Michelle Lipinski, the brilliant & talented principal of our sister school in Mass, North Shore Recovery High school.
She's come down to meetings at city hall, attended fundraisers, always bringing dazzling graduates of her program.

I have to be totally honest, I was on the verge of shutting SLAM down & donating the raised funds to Michelles school. I mean, after multiple failed attempts to get the board to understand the dire necessity of a program like this, I began to feel hopeless.

Thank God for our passionate board, run by Thomas Krauss, and the exceptional support of Joe Schrank, Dr. Scott Beinenfeld, Julie Michaels, and ALL OF YOU.


We went back to the drawing board & decided, ego aside, THE KIDS are what matter.

Therefore, we've decided to partner with certain already established schools as a jumping off point. We've hired (with all the monies you've already donated to us, and hopefully some more) someone brilliant who can spearhead establishing this program in schools.

We may begin with 5, 10 students in schools, but our goal is to eventually grow to such an extent that the board has no choice but to provide us our own school.

I realize this is a bit general at the moment, and it's all I'm at liberty to provide you with as of yet...but I know many of you have been understandably curious to know where your donations have gone. I'm thrilled to report that we now have a solid plan. It's not what we originally set out to do, but since 8 out of 10 of ALL ADDICTIONS begin in the high school years, and ONE in THREE US teens now meets the criteria for addiction, I say whatever we can do to provide kids with counseling & a safe place to go to begin their recovery, that's a win.

I'll be starting another T-shirt campaign shortly. (NOT with cigarette this time!)

I'd like to ask anyone with a cool artistic bent, feel free to send your designs for t-shirt to either me at @kjothesmrtass, or to info@slamnyc.org

Who knows? maybe your design will be used! the only thing I'd like to be included is our website slamnyc.org, and the logo above (designed by the brilliant @FagsyMalone)

Otherwise, the skies the limit.

As for any of you asking how you can help, at this point, RTing this blog would help the most.

And if any of you are so inspired, NOW is the time to go on our site, click paypal and give what you can. No amnt too small.

Sorry so cryptic, I promise to give you exact specifics as soon as I'm able.

We love you all

Kristen Johnston
Thomas Krauss
Joseph Schrank
Clint Ramos
Michelle Lipinksi
Terrence Noonan


You'll Never Guess What I'm Most Thankful For....

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Today, most people are deeply thankful to those they know who've shown them kindness, generosity, and compassion. They thank God they know people who support them and tell them how wise, talented and beautiful they are. I sure as hell am beyond grateful to them as well.

But flip that coin a second. Some people's day is ruined because some dude not only cut them off in traffic, but decided to give them the finger. Some can't fathom why their mother still adores making them feel like a fat ugly failure. (Hint: Mommy don't feel so hot about herself.) Some are crushed that their newly rehabbed brother showed up today clearly high as a kite. Some are revolted when grown-ups use twitter to do everything they can to destroy another person's life, family, livelihood or reputation.

And on the surface, of course I'm the same.
But scratch me a little deeper, and you'll discover quite the opposite is true.

You see, I've been a freak all my life.
I was 6 feet tall at 12 yrs old, and I was a loud, inappropriate, book-obsessed, learning disabled, corrective shoe-wearing theater nerd.  I learned at a very young age that others' cruelty, hurt and betrayals not only empowered me, they made me a better person. You hurt me, I only become stronger.
In fact, I believe with all my heart that there's a direct correlation between other people's cruelty towards me and my own triumphs: as a person, a writer, a teacher, and an actress.

How do I know this to be so?
Well, if I may be so tacky, I'd like to share a brief paragraph from my book GUTS. This is from the end of Chapter Three "The Freak Has Landed," where I write about what I went through in Catholic grade school, especially the torment I went through by Amy Grable, who was as stunning and popular as she was vicious.

*By the way, many have asked me...of course Amy Grable is not her real name! She was a kid. However, the events I write about are very real.

The event I want to share with you occurred many years after grade school, a few years after 3rd Rock was a huge success. I was home in Wisconsin for the holidays and hit the local mall with my sister Julie. It was there that I ran into the barely recognizable Amy, who now was as hideous externally as she'd always been internally. It was as if her sick and evil soul had had a bloody battle with her beauty, and her beauty lost. Badly.
Very, very badly.

She was thrilled to see me and asked me for my autograph, a moment that was so powerful I swear it resonated all the way back to the 8 year old me.
I smiled as if it was all perfectly normal, while inside I shook with the power of a million feelings.
I wanted to write:

"Dear Amy
It must suck to know you peaked at twelve
Love
Kristen"
Instead, I wrote something kind & general.
She happily walked away and I sat down, pale-faced and in shock....
"As I sat there on that cement bench, next to a plastic fern, it struck me that maybe I had triumphed, after all. Not because of dumb stuff like looks or fame or success. Or even lack of body odor. 
Maybe I'd triumphed because instead of crushing me, this person had unwittingly forced me to become someone interesting. A person who knows that the greatest curse in life is when it’s handed to you on a silver platter. Someone who knows it’s so much better to have to fight for what you want. Someone who understands that the more people tell you you’re going to fail, the more you’re driven to prove them wrong. 
Someone who shows you that, at the end of the day, funny and interesting will always kick pretty and perfect’s ass. 
I mean, think about it- if there weren’t people like her to torture people like me, would people like me even exist? 
Now, what I really wish I’d written was this: 
"Dearest Amy,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Love,

The Freak""
There will always be many Amy Grables throughout our lives. I certainly still have a few. And while I instinctively wish they didn't exist, or I have a knee-jerk reaction of anger when someone lies about me, slanders me, or cuts me down....the real truth is,  at the end of the day I'm grateful to them.

There are many Amy Grables on Social Media, far more than in the Entertainment Industry. I see the damage they cause every day.

But today I woke up wondering what our "Amy's" would think if they knew they've done far more good for us than bad?
They've led me to some of the funniest, best, most loyal people I never would've met otherwise.
They've forced me to learn how not to be reactionary.
They've taught me even more compassion & grace.
They've taught me forgiveness.

And above all,  all our Amys...just like the Amy of my grade school, have all made it abundantly clear that they live a life so miserable I wouldn't wish upon....well, Amy Grable.

So to all the Amy Grables in everyones lives....Today I want to thank you.
May you someday find the peace and joy you clearly crave.

We're all so grateful to each of you.

Love to you all

KJo






Pinky

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Pinky Johnston died at 7:07 pm tonight, on Saturday November 29th, 2014.

I had to give her a small tribute, or I'd go mad.

Pinky was rescued by the ASPCA in NYC.  She was a breeding bitch, and clearly starving when they saved her. By the time I met her a month later, she had been fed well & treated beautifully by the ASPCA.
I'll never forget that day as long as I live.
She was the very first of 100s of dogs I was planning on meeting.
Her name then was "Cookie," and the second I sat on the floor to say hi, she immediately plopped in my lap and looked up at me.
I laughed, looked up at my friend Anouk, and said "Well, I guess she's the one!"
The adoption lady was like "Are you sure? You don't want to see any other ones?"
"Nope. She's the one. I know it."

And she was.




The day I adopted her. We were in & out of the ASPCA in about 20 minutes.


The 1st of many kisses. I thought it was a bit much since we'd just met, but I soon discovered it was "her thing."

Later, the cop who rescued her sent me these pics of what she looked like when they found her.
I simply could not believe it. I still can't.



Here's the part that kills me the most...she gazes at this bitch who starved 
& abused her, with LOVE in her eyes.

I'm not proud to admit that many, many times I've stared at that woman's leg, utterly consumed with a desire to put her in a cage, starve her for months on end & force breed her.



Later, we went back to the ASPCA to thank her Vet & Victoria Wells, the behavioral expert there.
Victoria became a good friend.


The following are my very favorite pictures of her. 


6 months after I adopted her. True love.


This cracks me up. It looks like we're on the cover of some romance novel. Settle down, girl.


Pinky would come everywhere with me. Work, road trips, hotels, you name it.  Here's a photo shoot for PETA, and she was just always there....unobtrusive or needy. As long as she was near me, she was happy.

Whenever they'd move these rickety wooden stairs over for me to get on the horse, 
she'd follow me without hesitation. Like "What? I can ride a horse. You won't even know I'm there."




Had to sneak in a lick.



Every morning.



This one kills me.


After every taping of The Exes, Pinky bowed with me.



Pinky adored kids. My neice Elsa.


Livia Basche, David's daughter.


So sick with Lupus. She was my constant companion.


Oh how she adored Fagsy


Thank you Fagsy, for giving me my most treasured possession.


Ferozan


Ed


Bill


Sarah
                                     
                                                                           John



Dar


John Raphael & Ferozan




Elsa again


Every day, rain, snow or sun, Joe Reilly would take her on an adventure. She LOVED him.


Aly, who finally met her recently. I'm so happy she was able to!




Her beloved Paula



My BFF Jackie



But next to me, the person she adored most in the world was David.

There are so many more, Morgan, Devon, and so many others. But I can't seem to find them and I'm too heartbroken to continue.


The hills will always be alive with the sound of Pinky....


One last bow.
















Goodbye, Pinks.
You've touched so many people,
and made me a better person.
You'll always be in my heart.
It was an honor knowing you.

UPDATE!!!!! Lena's Last Stand

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Lena & her daughter Brianna are coming to LA to see my rheumatologist Dr. Daniel Wallace on Jan 28th!
So many of you have been incredibly generous, thank you so much. It's because of you that this trip is even possible. I know it's meant the world to Lena. 

Because of the very complex circumstances that are involved when Lena travels on an airplane (Oxygen tank, etc)...as well as keeping her safe & comfortable here in LA, I'd like to ask that if any of you are inspired to donate any sum of money, it would mean the world to the Zellers.
(go fund me link below)

The other thrilling news is they'll be here in time for a taping of The Exes!!!!
If you haven't yet met the extraordinary Lena, are you in for a treat......


I'm so proud to be able to share with you my very first guest column.

When I created this blog in March,  my objective was always to share not only my own writing, but I also wanted to provide a voice to those who otherwise wouldn't have one.


I'm thrilled and honored to present to you the very first guest column on kjosbigmouth.com.


In the spirit of full disclosure, I did work with the author on editing the piece, she'd never written anything before in her life.  But her truth, rawness, and maginficent spirit just blew me away.


Following her story, I'll share some more important information on this magnificent warrior.

Until then, I hope you enjoy her heroic story of terror, hope, joy, strength and the extraordinary power of love.

This is....
                                                           Lena's Last Stand
by Lena Zeller 

          "Judge me all you want but keep the verdict to yourself"                                                

-author unknown 

Our eyes met in the mirror.
I've never seen her look more beautiful in her entire life than she did at that moment. We both knew this dress was "the one".  I was shocked and mortified to realize I was sobbing with loud abandon, drawing stares from the other customers in the store. I knew I was doing the ugly cry, which is completly out of character for me, but how could I not? 
I wanted to explain that my hysteria wasn't simply because shopping for your child's wedding dress is one of the most important, powerful, joyous, and special experiences a mother could ever share with her daughter. 
I wanted to let these impossibly lucky women understand how blessed they were. That my tears were the result of being slammed out of no where by a brick wall of sorrow, grief, terror and deep, bone-chilling regret. 
Because I now know I'll never see her wear this dress again. (And not just due to the fact that she's yet to even meet her groom.)
You see, I'm dying. 

A few weeks ago, I was told that I have less than nine months to live. At best. At worst, I'll be gone within the month. 
I've battled different medical horrors for over 2 decades. Way back in 1996, I was diagnosed with lupus. Little did I know that that was just the beginning.  Over the years, and so many Doctors and specialists I lost count years ago, I've relentlessly battled so many issues, ranging from stage 4 kidney failure to Ulcerative  Colitis. I'd list the rest of the diseases I've grappled with every day for the past 20 years, but it would take too much time. Time I no longer have left.    
The hilarious irony is, none of the above are why I'm dying. The cause of my imminent demise is due to a disease with a disappointingly  benign and relatively innocent sounding moniker: "Shrinking Lung Disease."
I prefer to call it what it is: My Death Sentence. 
This disease is so rare, there are only 59 known cases in the world. Well, now there are 60. That's me, ole lucky number 60.
 I have two choices: I could do a new chemotherapy, which even if it was "successful" chances are astronomically high that I'd die within 1   to 9 months of treatment, anyway. My other choice? Death by suffocation. By my own lungs.  
Yeah, those are my choices. (Or what my doctors refer to as my "options.") I'm filled with rage. I keep thinking about how for years I kept telling all these doctors and specialists, the people I trusted to help me get better, that I couldn't breathe. 
But as any auto-immune patient will tell you.....most of us are used to being treated either like hysterical hypochondriacs, drug-seekers or drama queens. By the time all these Doctors with their fancy degrees finally saw that I was telling the truth, it was too late.  
So I'll die, and they'll think "Darnit, that's too bad" as they cheer their son on at his little league game or giggle at a sitcom in bed with their mate or try to decide which luxury SUV to buy this year.    

What they don't get is that I'm a fighter. I've been kicking lupus's butt for most of my life. And my extraordinary daughter has been by my side for every hideous, painful, boring, funny, heartbreaking and devastating moment. 
She is why I've fought so hard. 
But how on earth do I begin to tell her I've finally lost? How can I fight when no Doctor has any hope? It's as if I'm Mohammed Ali without arms. Or Dale Ernhardt, Jr. in a car with no brakes. Or Greg Louganis performing the dive of his life off the edge of the Grand Canyon. Or Baryshnikov discovering mid-dance that his legs have disappeared.      
I'm scared of death. I wish I wasn't, but I can't seem to help it. 
I keep wondering what I did to piss God off so much. I have so many regrets. I should have finished school. I should have stayed married. I grew up in a tiny town and didn't kiss peoples butts like the rest of the crowd did. I've always been honest and spoken the truth. I spent the last fifteen years of my life hidden from the world so I didn't get sick and make lupus worse than it was. I was told that I need to stay away from germs or I could die. (Yeah, that didn't work out so good.) 
Is my isolation why I've been chosen? My smart mouth? My brutal honesty? My many mistakes? Why? Why? Why? WHY ME? 
I've always had such simple dreams. I've never drempt of wealth or fame....I just wanted to be loved. To be a good wife.  A loving mom. To raise a good human being. To watch my daughter fall in love and marry a man who truly sees her spirit.  
I can't look her in the eyes and tell her I'll never get to see her wear that beautiful dress on her wedding day. I'll never be able to hold her children in my arms, or hear their soft breath as I rock them to sleep. I'll never feel their hand holding mine as they attempt their first steps. 
Who will she confide in, tell her dreams to, trust with her fears?
       
What about my mom who just had a massive stroke? How do I tell her that I may not be there when she comes home? How do I tell my brother goodbye? I talk every day on the phone for hours with him. What about my Daddy, who works to this day to support my mom and me? He tries to tell me that God is good And I won't have to
 suffer any more. My daddy is my biggest hero, yet I only realized this a few years ago. 
I need more time. Time to love. Time to apologize to anyone that I may have been rude to, because I was hurting or suffering. I need time to make sure someone will be there to listen to my daughter and give her the best advice. I need to know who she is dating and make sure he knows she is a princess and deserves respect and to be spoiled.  
I pray there is a man worthy of her love. And I pray he has a mother who will love her like I do.  
I can't stop wondering....
How can I cram a lifetime into a millisecond?       
Is there really this beautiful place called Heaven?
Is God really going to take care of me as my father tells me?
       
And, above all....how do you die gracefully?
I hope I can do it. I cry every day, thinking of  my daughter in that beautiful wedding dress. 
And suddenly I know that I will be with her on her wedding day. I'll be there when she is rocking my grand babies to sleep. I will be there. I am in her heart, that heart that is so full of love.  
My greatest accomplishment in life is named Brianna Alycen and I will cherish every second I have with her and my brother and my parents. I am blessed with the biggest hearts in the world and they all love me. My parents. My brother. My daughter.  I'm not ready.
I may not be lucky,
But I am blessed.. I love deeply, and I'm deeply loved in return.
How many can say that?

Lena Zeller
 


                  
                                                 Brianna, Lena & a friend.

       
I hope you found this as powerful & truthful as I did. And I sincerely hope reading this has put into proper perspective all our daily dramas or annoyances or money problems or paper cuts.

Lena has one last wish...She wants to come to LA to see my Lupus Doctor.

If you can spare a few dollars, I believe hers to be a worthy cause. I've gotten to know Lena & her daughter, and they're truly beautiful souls.

But what's most important is, I hope Lena feels good about this tribute to her incredible spirit. I'm so proud I'm able to give her a voice.


Love, 
@kjothesmartass
         


Dear Prudence

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Anyone who knows me, knows I'm devoted to rescuing Pit Bulls. Over the years, they've brought me such joy. However, as I was browsing the internet looking for a pitty to rescue, I came across an English Bulldog Rescue. Welcome to Southern California Bulldog Rescue - Southern California Bulldog Rescue

I grew up with English Bulldogs, and have always adored them. So I thought "What the hell...I'll check it out." That's when I saw Prudence (then named Nala.)

This is the picture I saw & fell instantly in love with:



This is from Tami, one of the wonderful foster volunteers from The Southern California Bulldog Rescue:

"Prudence came from the East Valley Shelter.  She was about 6 to 9 months old.  When I got the call asking for us to come get her, the medical ward was full and they didn't really have room for her.  So we rushed over and got her, and she came to my house.  She was scared and had almost given up, as if she thought the world was against her and nobody really cared.  But she stood like an angel in the bath while I scrubbed her, getting rid of all the scabs she had, watching the little bit of fur she had running down the drain, and just promising her everything would be okay for now on.  I gave her plenty of kisses and love, and kept telling her every day that she was going to get better and that I would always love her.
When I took her to the vet, he confirmed she had demodex (DUH!).  We also discussed the fact that she had spina bifida, and would always be incontinent and need a diaper.  That was totally okay with me.  Diaper dogs are great.  They never pee or poo in the house, and you can put cute diaper covers on them.
Within just a few short months, she was clear of demodex and was ready for adoption.  And along came this amazing woman who e-mailed me at 9 at night saying she fell in love with her and wanted to meet her right now.  I couldn't get my phone to dial quickly enough to figure out who she was and if she understood Nala (now Prudence's) condition.  As soon as YOU said you didn't care she wore a diaper, my heart started beating a million beats a second, as I realized this could be her forever home.  YOU ARE AMAZING!  And I hope you can help people recognize that special needs dogs are amazing companions who deserve life and love as much as a normal, healthy dog."

Here's what Prudence looked like when Tami rescued her:






Prudence today:




Thank you, Tami, and everyone who rescues & fosters animals.

Its because of people like you that I've known the most incredible love.

KJo
&
Prudence Pinky Johnston



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I've decided to take down GUTLESS for now.
Thank you so much for all your comments. I read every one.

Right now I'd prefer to focus my energy on positive things, like SLAM, The Exes, my next book, friends, family...
And, as always, Prudence the Princess of Poop.



Oh, and don't think I forgot about that Q & A blog...Sorry. got a wee bit sidetracked there.

Much Love & Kisses

KJo

PS...to Adrienne, who commented on GUTLESS that she was the one jumping in & answering people's questions...I didn't mind in the LEAST. You gave very wise feedback. However, since I asked people to ask questions, and you answered w/o signing your name...to some, it appeared as though I was the one answering people's questions, and I wasn't. That's all, just clarifying to people. Thank you for your lovely remarks & support.

PPS...those sneakers are my skateboarder friend Stefan Janoski's. He's a BADASS, just google him.



KJo's Kolumn of Adequate Expertise

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Off the twitter and it feels so good....

First of all I wanted to say that I had been planning to take a twitter break at this time for months.

I knew there wouldn't be new episodes of The Exes for a while, and it seemed like a good time. So, I decided to share my cyberbullying tale & then go.
(Which I later took down, I didn't want to have to read that poison every day. Blech)

Initially, I planned my usual month-long break, but now I'm just not sure. Twitter is full of amazing people, but they have no good policies in place to protect people. Assholes, I can handle. People who enjoy telling me I suck? Love it. Perverts? Piece of cake. But full-blown psychotically obsessed, hate-filled nutcases? No siree, not my wheelhouse.


The part that troubles me most is imagining that happening to a kid. And I know it does, every day, all the time. I just can't  even imagine how esteem shattering & depressing that would be.

This is why I'm  trying to address some policy issues with Twitter. They can't help that some people are nasty, or lunatics, but their policy of suspending an account, yet allowing them to instantly open another is laughable. I know they've made some efforts with their blocking policies, but it's not even close to good enough. It should be like face book, where if you block someone you're both gone from each others' world. Zero access.

It would be ideal if they allowed only one account per person, but I aint holding my breath.

If things improve, I'll be back. If not, it doesn't seem like a healthy idea for me, despite the fact that 98% of the people I've met have been truly great.

It's that  teeny tiny 2% of virulent poison that infects everything.

I know, I know, shut up already.

Fine. I know you've all been dying for that Q & A blog I keep dangling, but for once I actually have a good excuse for being so tardy. This was a suprisingly tough one, much harder than I thought. Not gonna lie, I thought it would be some addiction questions mixed in with a whole lotta "how tall are you?"s and "whats Joseph Gordon Levitt really like"s? I was even ready for some shallow "where did you get that blouse?" questions.
Instead, you guys astounded me with all the wise, genuine and thoughtful questions you sent me here, on twitter, and in emails.

There were a few questions I was completely unqualified to answer, so I asked some smart people. It took a while to get all the information (smart people are busy.) When I finally heard back from them I  spent 3 nights after work writing it. It was pretty damn good, I think.

Maybe my best blog post ever.
I wouldn't know, since I deleted it by accident. I couldn't fucking believe it.
*helpful hint: always save writing when battery low.

Let's give it another whirl, shall we?


Some questions I've edited to get right to the question.  Even a few compliments, which completely goes against my actress nature. I really welcome others feedback & input...as long as it's not a lecture. What works for you aint always what works for others. It's best to share you're story, and what worked for you, or how you relate, instead of "You shoulds" or "Why haven't you's?"


I decided to keep everyone anonymous, only because I wasn't sure who cared about that.


Finally, consider this feedback from a friend. I'm not a doctor, a psychiatrist, or some sort of recovery expert. 


But then, neither was Dear Abby, so....



1. "Charmer" asked:"What's more fulfilling? A harmonious life or a successful career?"

Dear Charm, (may I call you Charm?) 
It depends what you're idea of a successful career is. To me, they are one and the same. 
They're both equally fulfilling.
However you and I may have a different idea of what "success" is. 
It took me a long to understand what it really means, to me. And it has absolutely nothing to do with money or fame. Believe it or not, those can destroy you (Example: well, me. And a crapload of others.) 
To me, Success is: You enjoy what you do, get some sort of fulfillment from it, and it makes you feel vital. This can range from being a schoolteacher, a waitress, a mom, a taxi driver, the CEO of a Bank, etc etc etc.

It's very difficult to balance life & career. Some days are way more fulfilling than others, in every way.
I just try to be generous, grateful, and honest. That's changed my life and my career in profound ways.



KJo 


2. 'Depressed in Daytona" asked:
"Hi Kristen,
While I don't have experience with alcohol or substances, I have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder, anxiety, and a few other things. For a few months I tried therapy, but it didn't really help. 
I moved to FL to see if sunshine would help it along. Big mistake. I feel like I have absolutely no coping mechanisms left. If see a dead animal on the side of the road, I cry, and then I feel like a moron. It's eating my self-esteem. My question is, do you know of any resources (organizations, etc.), that help people without insurance?"

Dear "Depressed"

God, I can't describe how much I relate to this. 

I suffered for about 6 years with a debilitating bout of clinical depression, right at the height of my career. I think you know this already...but therapy is hugely important, at least it was to me. I also found medication essential to help me crawl back out.
Oh, and getting sober sure as hell helped.
So did telling the truth and being vulnerable enough to ask for help.

I really feel for you. I used to think "If I moved I'd be happy" or "A different job" or "If I lost weight" or "Had a different/better boyfriend" or "Better teeth" or "Was shorter" or IF IF IF.....


I venture to say that your unhappiness more than likely has nothing to do with your circumstances, or where you live. You can't just "snap out of it" and you won't wake up and find yourself "cured," and things would be just as bad anywhere else.  I'm NO trained psychiatrist, obviously. I'm just someone who knows the deep, unrelenting and indescribable pain you're in.


That said, please take my input as you would a pal, NOT anyone trained to handle those with clinical depression. I can only share with you the 4 things that worked for ME: Getting my ass sober, anti-depressant medication, therapy and hard work.


I went to different therapists for years, nothing helped. (Der, maybe cause I never mentioned the real issue?) Then when I got sober, I had to try three different shrinks before I met Dr. Mary,  and I finally understood how essential the right person is. She utterly changed my life, in fact, I kind of wrote GUTS for her. Every week, I'd read her a new chunk or chapter and she was the best audience imaginable. Weeping, oohing, clapping, you name it. 

But more than that, she got me. I haven't seen her in 2 years, (she's in NY, I've been in LA) and I still think of things she said constantly. My point is, the most important thing is finding the right person or place for YOU.

Really good therapy, to me, is really just a conversation about yourself with someone wiser than you, who's completely honest with you. Someone you feel safe enough to share exactly how fucked up you really are, knowing they wont judge you or punish you. 

Someone who doesn't say "and how did that make you feel?" 
"Gee, Fantastic, Doc. That's why I brought it up, weeping." 
The good ones aren't all that easy to find. But they exist.

Here are a few links I found that I hope are of some help to you: 


*OrmondBeachcounseling.com This place seems cool, offers sliding scale....Ormond Beach Counseling Center • 200 E. Granada Boulevard, #206 • Ormond Beach, Florida 32176 • 386-269-0428 

*Mental Health America of East Central Fla.http://www.mhavolusia.org 
*And finally, I've found Psychology Today to be a very helpful, concise overview of different therapists. All anyone has to do is type in "Psychology Today Therapists in (your area)/your issue." 
Here's the link for your area, specific to depression: therapists.psychologytoday/com

In terms of no insurance, I haven't a clue...but hopefully one of the above links can assist you with that.

It's hard, hard work, no doubt about it.  Please don't get discouraged! 
Like I say...Recovery, from anything aint for pussies. 
Please keep me posted..
KJo

PS. If anyone out there with more knowledge on this, or who's aware of Insurance-free therapy/programs in Daytona, please don't hesitate to share. 



3. "I'm in a pickle "wrote:

I had to hide my recent medication change because I am told I don't need my meds. I am also told I don't need to go to the Doctor for stuff, I am just old. I am 49 & I am not old, which I told this person that several times. How do I not feel sneaky about hiding meds? Or feel guilty when this person cries because I stand up for me?



Dear Pickle

I'm 47. So no, you're not "old." Not to me anyway.
And yes people DO need to go to a Dr, especially us old hags. (Me, not you.)

It's very difficult to address this in depth, without certain details....For example, is this a mate? A friend? Could their concerns be legitimate? Is the medication potentially addictive? Have you ever had addiction issues in the past?

I used to be a BRILLIANT pill hider. We could be having dinner, face to face, talking intimately and you'd never see the 6 Vicodin I took throughout. You wouldn't suspect anything either. About a month or so after rehab, I was having dinner at my house with one of my oldest, closest friends. 
I had a headache, so I secretly popped an Advil. 

I didn't realize until the next day. I called him & said "Hey Hickey, remember last night when I coughed & said 'I  think I'm coming down with something?''"
"Yeah"
"I fucking lied. I'm so used to sneaking pills that I can't even take an ADVIL like a normal person."
"You'll get there, sweetie. I'm so glad you told me." Then he added, with a hint of admiration "I didn't have a clue."
"No one did" I said woefully

My point...Jesus, what was my point? Ah! It's that secrets are really, really bad. Keeping something like a medication you actually need from a loved one is addictive behavior. (I'm not saying you, or anyone else is an addict. But follow that road, and suddenly everything blows up in your face.)

There's some good news if you're an addict though. The road will blow about 100 xs faster. So, theres that.

Regardless, Pickle...I sincerely hope your loved one begins to accept your ancient ass. 

And NEVER, EVER, EVER stop standing up for yourself! 
EVER.

Love 
K


3. "Wassup" wrote:

You stick up for women and don't bash them on Twitter. Was there a specific incident in your life that inspired you to be this way? Also, you speak your mind about a lot. When saying something against the grain about a celebrity are you ever afraid of the backlash?


Thanks darling Wassup...

Maybe because I was bullied in school, I can't stand when I see people doing it to others, especially kids.
There has been a deeply upsetting trend on twitter of the meanest, sickest, terrible behavior. I had no clue people could be that mean, as adults. I'd stick up for anyone being bullied, on social media or in life. WE ALL SHOULD.
(I've even privately asked people to ease up on someone who was trashing ME. Swear)

Re: speaking my mind hmmm.....Nah, I don't care. Well, only if I inadvertantly hurt someone's feelings. Sometimes my sense of humor & bluntness and, well smartassyness is misread. But I never ever wish to hurt someone. Maybe give them a little shit, you know?

Celebrities? I only slap the wrists of a few. And only if they really irritate me. But I'm not some celeb-hater. For example, I used to give a certain singer grief (For incessantly posing in a bikini, day in & out.) That is, until I realized the shocking amount of hate already being spewed at her. So I stopped mentioning her completely. Awful.
By the way, who made up the rule that all celebrities (I hate that word, sorry) must  like each other? Does every taxi driver have to adore every other one? Every Lawyer? Every dog walker? etc etc
Probably the same asshole who came up with C-List, Z-List, etc.


4. "A Twitter Pill To Swallow" asked

On Twitter, If I have a follower who follows someone I dislike greatly, do I unfollow them? Sometimes I notice people I like and respect follow people that make me question who they are. 

I say no.  If that person has never trashed you, spread lies, acted in ways you found repulsive, etc...and been otherwise kind...why punish them for having different Twitter taste than you?

5.  "Suboxone Sweetie" asked...

I've been clean from Opiates for 16 months. This whole time I've been on a medication to assist me. (Suboxone) I need a total hip replacement but I keep putting it off.
Will I know when I'm ready to get off Suboxone?

Hi "Sweetie"...

This is a question you need to address with your addiction Dr. and Osteo guy. (Wouldn't want all those fancy degrees to go to waste.)  Then, whenever you feel ready, you can come up with a comprehensive plan to taper off. 

Opiates are a maddening, delicate issue very few really understand. I have way too much respect for the power they wield than to casually toss you some answer. Both of the recovery Doctors I asked said the same thing: "It depends."

I do feel qualified to share something regarding your hip replacement. It's what my addiction psychiatrist said after I fell & broke all those bones. I called him in fear about all the pain meds I was taking, and he said "Kristen. You're a patient first, and addict second."

I don't know why, but it gave me such relief. All these years I thought it was the opposite.

I wish you the very BEST of luck, it's not an easy journey. 

My respect
K



6. "Curious George" asked:

Why do you interact with fans so much?
Does it ever affect your sobriety when so many seem to want you to save them?


Dear George

Interacting with those struggling helps keep me sober. That's the main reason. 
Sometimes it weighs on me too much, or begins taking a toll, and I leave social media.

My recovery matters way too much to me. 
xx

7. "Please Like Me" asked 

 I have an incessant need to be liked. How do I get over it & not care anymore?

Dear "Please"

Try Twitter. Everyone will despise you at some point or another.

Seriously, the only thing that helped me was the slow process of learning how to like myself. Now, how I feel takes precedent over desperately trying to make everyone else happy. Or trying to be who I think you want me to be.

Finally, fuck off.

That help?

Love 
K


8. "Hopeless" asked 


I've been clean/sober since 1995. 
I've been so depressed lately and feeling hopeless, feel like giving up, which would inevitably lead to using again. I'm in a hole trying to claw my way out but am afraid I'm sinking deeper. I'm in week 2 of almost complete isolation. 
How do you do it all? How do you keep going even with all the obstacles in life?

Dearest Hopeless,

You already know this, being a recovery warrior: you need to get some help, some self-care, go to meetings...reach out to someone in real life. Not internet.
Please, Hopeless, do this as soon as possible. 

How do I do it? (Took out "all" cus no one does it all.) I swear to you, there's no magic. Some days SUCK. But I have a support system I can contact anytime. I make sure to TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. 

My deepest wish for you, and all those suffering from addiction and/or depression: There is relief. You just have to seek it.

My very very best to you, sweet hopeless


I'm going to leave it there for the moment.
I hope you've had a laugh and found some comfort here.

MUCH More to come.....


Love

KJo

PS. Be a lamb and tweet, post on Facebook, would you? Thanks ever so much.







One Of Those People

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You know those people?
The ones who don't bother to ask before forcing you to endure endless photos 
of their children, their pets or, God forbid, a 20-minute film of their Anniversary cruise?

The people my sister and I have always snickered about behind their backs?
Well, ha ha ha. The jokes on me.
I've now become one of them. 
"Hello. My name is Kristen and I'm hopelessly addicted to showing people photos of my dog. Wanna see?"

I'm not sure when it all began, but I blame my parents.


It didn't get really bad until I got my beloved dog Pinky.
I began tweeting pics & updates about her on twitter or here, until her death in November.

However, it was only when my English Bulldog puppy Prudence entered the picture that all pretenses of sanity left me.
Now co-workers, dry cleaner employees, gas station attendants, and even the rude gentleman at the 7-11 down the street are all constantly subjected to a barrage of pictures of my dog.
Not only that, but God help me, for the 1st time in my entire life, I've even caught myself doing baby talk to her.

Since I do have a modicum of sanity left, I'll warn you that this post is only for those who are either so bored they'll read anything, or for that tiny percentage of you who just can't get enough of hearing about & seeing photos of other people's pets.

Please know if you are sane and/or have a life and/or couldn't be less interested, 
my respect for you knows no bounds.
See ya for the next one.

However, I'm not gonna lie, you yummy animal nutters are still my faves.
Therefore, without further ado,
I present to you

Prudence



Okay, so for starters, she sleeps with her tongue out. 
Every single time. 
No exceptions.




 Actually, come to think of it.... the tongue is out A LOT










And if it aint her tongue,
it's her teeth





Seriously, how fucking dare she be so cute?

(She's wearing a collar made by my friend Lisa, who makes specialty dog collars. 
I wanted a "black tie" look for special occasions. She'll create anything you want! Check out pepperjanedesigns.)

The following are a few samples of her "My life is just HELL" look, 
which she thinks will get her attention/food/toys

(Yes, it works, dammit)







The next is so cool....Pru and Pinky, together 

(the Pinky painting was done by my dear friend @FagsyMalone. If you haven't yet, do take a gander at his hilarious, smart, charming, thoughtful & brutally honest blog FagsyMalone)



Next to eating either food or my flip flops or my sneakers, along with sleeping and shitting,
Prudence's  very favorite thing is to ride in the car.

She spazzes out, running circles around the car, tongue of course out, so excited....
 but once we leave the driveway, 
she's cool as a cucumber


Sometimes way cool


She's perfected the "one-tooth pout."
Drives the fellas walking by bonkers.


Sometimes she acts out this whole drama, 
acting like that instead of chatting on the phone or walking down the hall...
what I really want is her toy.
(I don't)







Damn her & her damn tongue is all I can say



I guess I should stop before I really embarrass myself. 
Besides, someone needs their diaper changed.
         


For more on Prudence's background & how I found her, click here. 
But if you're too lazy to click on a link (Yay me too!), she wears diapers because she's incontinent due to Spina Bifida, not because they're cute or whatever.  
I mean, for God's sake I do have some pride left.

There will never be another Pinky, but I gotta say, Prudence makes me laugh every single day.

Thanks for letting me share my dogs with you guys.
Love you 

KJo





Embracing My Inner Bitch

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A few months ago, I wrote a guest-blog for someone else's blog. My first entry (and believe me, the one I wish I'd gone with) is below. I tinkered with it and I hope you like it.


Something's been bothering me for a while now, but I haven't mentioned it since it's one of those tricky subjects that could easily make me seem bitter and bitchy.
But then I thought to myself "Well, you are bitter and bitchy about this, why not just own it?"
Yeah, why not?


Therefore, in the interest of embracing my inner bitch, I'd like to ask you this question: 
When buying a famous person's autobiography, does it matter to you whether or not they used a Ghostwriter? (A ghostwriter would be the teeny tiny name usually found way underneath the celebrity's name on the cover.)

But wait! Before you answer, let me tell why I'd like to know:


It happened when I was about 6 months into the terrifying, exhausting & overwhelming process of writing my first book, with zero outside guidance. (Unless you count the few unlucky friends I forced to read each chapter the moment it was finished & then would grill mercilessly for hours afterwards for their feedback.) Other than them, of course.


It was mid-March. A dreary, rainy, freezing New York City day (my favorite kind.) I was meeting with my publisher and a bunch of others at the colossal and formidable offices of Simon & Schuster, right near Radio City. Jennifer Bergstrom, the publisher of Guts, is one of those brilliant, funny, gorgeous women you instantly want to be best friends with. I'll never forget how she entered our first meeting - laughing, shouting out her favorite quotes from the 3 chapters we had sent her. I instantly just adored her. She's worked there for a long-ass time, and has had a hand in publishing hundreds of books and memoirs, ranging from actors to politicians to comedians to filmmakers to singers to reality show people. Gallery Books, her division within Simon & Schuster, has published every single kind of autobiography imaginable, ranging from high to low-brow fare. And Guts, which is mid-brow?

Usually, I'm totally entertained by her (translation: she laughs at almost everything I say), however this meeting was different. I was crabby, pooped from late nights full of self-doubt and the sheer effort it took to keep up the charade that I was actually writing an actual book. I got distracted for a minute, and my gaze wandered over to the profoundly enormous bookshelf in her office, which was stuffed with years & years of many of the best-selling books she'd published. 

"God, that would be intimidating" I thought to myself "If I weren't so confident & experienced."

I tried to refocus on what was being discussed, after all, we were there to discuss my book, which was my favorite (and sadly only) topic I seemed capable of discussing at the time. But I couldn't concentrate. 

Instead,  for some reason, I interrupted the meeting to blurt out this question: "Hey Jen. Of all the people who've written memoirs, about what percentage of them was stupid like me and didn't use a ghostwriter?"
I assumed she'd say "Oh, probably 40%" or something similar.
"None."

I thought she was joking.
"Wait. What? NONE? Not one?"
She laughed.
"Not one." Everyone else in the room nodded the affirmative.
I was gobsmacked. 
"Wait…hold up. NOT ONE person other than ME wrote their memoir on their own? Of all these thousands of people??"
But the meeting continued, while I just sat there in a daze.
How could this be?

Do people know this?
I sure as hell didn't.

Now, I'm not the only "celebrity" (Good Lord that word makes my skin crawl) who wrote their own book, of course. I know for a fact that Andy Cohen wrote his, as did Rachel Dratch,  Lisa Ann Walter, and many others, I'm sure.

But it's obviously quite a rarity. I've even discovered some books I'd always assumed were written by the person alone had a ghostwriter. (Due mostly to the fact that theirs was the only name on the cover.)
Honestly, you'd be amazed.
Or maybe not….am I the only one that finds this a bit disturbing?


I know many really cool & smart people who used a ghostwriter for different reasons: their publisher made them use one, they didn't have the time it takes to write a book, or their skills lie in other areas.
So using a ghostwriter doesn't automatically mean anything negative.
However, it is different than the blood, sweat, tears, time and effort it takes to write your own book.

Since I've never attended a ghostwriting session, here's how I imagine it goes: 

An actress pacing by her pool, chain-smoking & telling war stories to a recorder held by a brainy gal wearing sensible shoes. After six hours of talking about herself, the actress finally gets momentarily distracted from her favorite subject by her trainer, and sensible shoe gal is dismissed. She then takes 4 buses home to her tiny apartment in the valley and spends hours trying to somehow create a linear book out of the mishmash of stories this whack-job just told her. (If this were a movie, sensible shoe gal would be the true beauty, the one Cary Grant falls head over heels with after a chance meeting at his movie star girlfriend's mansion. If only.)

At any rate, what the movie star did isn't writing

Where I come from, that's called talking

The only real, honest-to-god writing here is being done by the Ghostwriter. 
I know a few of these people, and they work their asses off. Their job can't be easy, plus they get no love, no glory, nothing except a nice check, and they're off to Nashville to write that country singer's memoirs (fresh out of prison, no less.) You go, girl. Just watch your back.

Are  there instances where the ghostwriter simply assisted the celebrity, perhaps helped them organize their thoughts? Absolutely. 
And trust me, I have nothing against ghostwriters. In fact, I admire them.

But it just kinda chaps my ass that the book-loving public either isn't told, doesn't seem to notice, or they simply don't care that their favorite reality darling didn't actually sit their bony ass down and write that book they just plunked down 25 bucks for.
They talked it.
It's a big difference, at least to me.

Lest you assume I'm consumed with bitterness, let me assure you that I absolutely am.
Wouldn't it bother you if Snooki's 4th novel, Tori's 12th opus or that NJ housewives' book advising you to never pooh in the same building as your hubby, all far outsell your little homemade drivel?

If the answer is "No. That wouldn't bother me."
You're lying.

And now that my Inner bitch is out, you might want to tread carefully.

Love ya!


One Last Big Break

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When did it happen? That subtle shift? When did addiction evolve from something unspeakable to fun entertainment for the whole family?

Today, when a celebrity begins to emanate that now-familiar whiff of an impending crash-and-burn (hospitalized due to "exhaustion"? A drunken talk show appearance, perhaps?) we all make popcorn and pull up our chairs.

When David Hasselfoff has a makeout session with a big mac (apparently after a makeout session with a bottle of Wild Turkey), we can't tweet that shit fast enough. The ongoing Lindsay nonsense is obviously fascinating enough to earn her a cool $2 million. We revel when housewives get shitfaced and begin fighting. We smile, feeling superior, when paparrazzi capture Brandi barely walking out of a bar, her tampon string dangling in the breeze for all to see. Thank God I was never like that. We think smugly. Was I? We stare, open-mouthed, at the woman who's trailer is so crammed with years of trash and rats she has to bungie cord herself sitting on her toilet just to get some shut-eye.

Addiction as entertainment has troubled me for a long time, as I wrote in the New York Times this summer (article here). But of all the addiction shows, there were two that troubled me the most. Both were created with the best of intentions, I believe. And thankfully, both were recently canceled. I think it's fair to say one started it all...I just wish I could say the other ended it.

The first is A & E's "Intervention." Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was well done. Yeah, it saved people's lives (At least I fucking hope so.) All the people involved are incredibly respected interventionists. It had classy music. It was well-edited.
But I also know what goes into making a show, what producers can be like, and especially what happens overnight to your life once you've been on TV for one night.
I can't begin to grasp how it would feel to live in a small town & have my intervention filmed. All my family's dirty laundry exposed, for everyone to see and judge. My weeping mother. My crushed father. My betrayed sister. My shame.
My nightmare.

Oh, it gets better. Turns out you've been duped into this whole thing. Yep. A & E was even proud of it. Each episode of "Intervention" opened with: "June (or whoever) has been asked to do a documentary about heroin. She has no idea her family is planning an intervention on her in 2 days."
Exciting!
So, after shooting up/nodding off/ rambling about nonsense for 48 hours, June is hit with this double-whammy: her family, shaking and sobbing with grief as they read letters detailing her sins from their perspective and demanding she leave this second for some tiny rehab...AND IT'S ALL CAUGHT ON CAMERA!!! 
That's why I hated it. At the core of the show, it's really about deceiving someone stupid enough to be an addict.
The ethics of that were never questioned, to my knowledge. Why?
Because they're addicts. They deserved it.
Another show that troubled me was “Celebrity Rehab.” "CR" was the brain child of Dr. Drew, and while I actually agree with many of Dr. Drew's views regarding addiction, it's his ethics I question. To be totally fair, I've spoken with a few people who were either treated themselves by him, or a family member was, and across the board, people adore him. They say he really and truly cares and not just when the cameras were on.

That said, in my opinion, all the show accomplished was to further push people away from any real understanding of the epidemic that’s killing millions and destroying lives. I just don't believe you can effectively help addicts while exploiting them so you can be on TV.

(OK, I almost choked on a Twizzler just now.  Did you guys know Dr. Drew once wrote a book called "The Mirror Effect: How Celebrity Narcissism Is Seducing America"? Me, neither. You know, not to be a total smartass, but I'm thinking that's a book he might want to get reacquainted with at the beach this summer.)

There have been a few participants of the 6 seasons (SIX!?) of the show who seem to have found some real recovery, like Mackenzie Phillips and Jennifer Gimenez (two women I adore, who's recovery I admire). Also, I can understand why some of them did it...they'd tried other rehabs before, maybe doing it in public would finally work?

However, a staggering number of participants have also died. This caused a great deal of backlash in the press against Dr. Drew, which I found ludicrous. Addicts die. Many of us lose the battle. That’s simply the horrifying reality.

Then this niggling question began to haunt me: Well, what if those people had gone to an actual, non-televised rehab? Instead of filming a TV show with people messed up in the same way they were, they went for 90 days to a place with real people? Would they be alive today? 
Who knows?

But If Dr. Drew was so committed to helping addicts, (and from all reports, he is) then why couldn't he simply have donated his money or his time? Why did it have to be filmed? For 6 years?
I don't believe Dr. Drew's intentions were in ANY way malevolent.

His addiction got in the way, and like all addicts--he was simply feeding his own ravenous beast. He just happens to have an addiction to fame.

Whether you're an addict or not, I don't think it's a huge leap to imagine that when one is at the point of needing rehab, or an intervention, things are usually pretty fucking dire. Therefore, like the addicts on "Intervention," could any of the participants of "Celebrity Rehab" really be expected to be of sound enough mind to make best decision whether or not to televise their rehabilitation?

Did they look at their drunken signature and think what the fuck have I done?

I’ve been to rehab. People (and yes, I do sadly include myself) show up drooling, weeping and bombed out of their minds. One lovely fellow showed up, and while being checked in, decided to defecate in his pants, which sent his bride of a week (who was dropping him off) into hysterics so loud & dramatic we gave him shit about it for weeks. My point is, it's usually the very hardest, scariest, embarrassing & vulnerable day of your entire life. To be honest, remembering how much self-hatred and despair and terror I felt, I think I'd rather be dead than have that moment, or any of my rehab, televised.

It must be said that the participants themselves (with all due respect to the lovely Ms. Gimenez & Ms. Phillips) were mostly people who used to be famous, yet to be famous, or were simply "infamous." It amazed me, how many were clearly seeking 15 more minutes of fame, When they had yet to deal with their first 15.

I managed to watch parts of different episodes of "CR", but I could only last a scene or two before furiously changing the channel to Animal Planet, praying a gorilla show would kick this imagined scenario out of my brain:

A flea-infested, dirty shithole, filled with empty bottles, syringes, old headshots and loneliness. The phone rings, and the addict is startled awake. His bleary eyes finally focus on the number. His agent?                                                                                        She hasn't taken his calls for 3 years, why would she be calling him? 
Unless--Hope begins to blossom in his chest as he answers it. As he clears his throat, he imagines his comeback film. Maybe Tarantino, finally!
His smile stays plastered on even as his agent perkily explains that theres a show about former celebrities who are now addicts and need rehab. They've offered him a slot for the next season! Isn’t that exciting?
He is crushed, mortified. He once worked with great directors & went to the Oscars & slept with gorgeous women. He's better than this!
But he needs the money, desperately. And the exposure. And help....
And THAT is how, instead of the real rehab with real people he so desperately needed, he ended up doing a television show. By the time he's sobered up enough to realize what’s really going on, it's too late. The very last of his pride has been demolished.

How do I know this? Well, I happen to know something that Dr. Drew doesn't. And that is - fame... It breaks your heart.
I know it's so hard to believe, people don't want to believe it, but it does. I swear. There's this moment when you realize what a lying, deceiving, cheating bastard fame really is. You are slammed by a crushing betrayal and unimaginable depression as it begins to dawn on you that this THING you'd been doggedly pursuing for so long, this THING you were convinced would finally fill that cavernous hole in your soul, this THING that would mean your life was wonderful and you weren't broken, this THING you've given your heart, dreams, soul, trust & love to since you were a kid....
It's been laughing at you behind your back the whole time.

The best way I can describe it is this: Imagine digging in the hot sands of Egypt & stumbling across an undiscovered pyramid and spending years and years of backbreaking labor and every dime you have breaking into the thing-only to find it empty with the sole exception of a long- ago discarded McDonalds wrapper.
That's what fame feels like.

It's the disappointment of your life, even as people around you are giddy with pride and excitement. It sure seems to fulfill them. But you stay, because it's what you've sacrificed everything for. And you got nowhere else to go. You cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it will become all those things your heart aches for.

And that, my friends, is why so many famous people either become addicts, go bonkers, or become unfeeling monsters. Some become all three. It takes a lot of hard work to become a happy human being after becoming famous. Most fail. I’m still working on it.

Hey, I wonder what would happen if all addicts decided to never again watch anything that exploits addiction? And that can be whatever you define it to be. This has nothing to do with 12 steps or anonymity. It's your private conviction, your way of saying "No more. I am not a joke, or your evening entertainment." As Greg Williams points out in "The Anonymous People"-people in recovery have a voice. A huge voice, 25 million strong. Could you imagine if we used it?


FYI...this is a clip from Letterman that a commenter below wanted to see.





Morgan Asked

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My memoir GUTS was released in March of 2012. Before it’s release, my Literary agent convinced me to join twitter & facebook. Eww, blech. Why would I want to read mean crap people thought about me? Besides, what if the book was poorly received? 
She ignored me (as usual) and insisted.

I’m so glad she did.
Because while I most certainly have had my fair share of insults (curiously, often misspelled) and trolls, I’ve also met some truly incredible people who’ve really impacted my life.  Morgan, then only 14 years old, is one of them. 

We met on twitter, and from the start, she asked questions that would take me hours, sometimes days to answer.
I wanted to answer truthfully, but I also knew how important words are to teens, and I didn't want to say the wrong thing.
These are just a few of our exchanges....


PLEASE note that I do not in any way claim to be an expert on the human condition or psychology. These were just as honest as I could answer at the time.
(These are our exchanges verbatim)





March 10th, 2012
Morgan asked:
"What qualities do you think makes a good person?"


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After giving a lot of thought to it, I came up with these 10 qualities:
10. People who are quietly generous, and ask for no glory.
9. People who are trustworthy.
8. People who have the ability to admit when they're wrong.
7. People who can laugh at themselves.
6. People who tell the truth, even if they’d rather lie.
5. People who are brave
4. People who don't bring others down, especially those “weaker”

than themselves.
3. People who accept themselves for who they really are, flaws and all....

and not who they (or others) wish they were.
2. People who try to make the world a better place.
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1. People who listen.

I’m not saying I’ve mastered these (especially no 1!!)...but I’m working on it....


March 23,2012
Morgan asked:
"How do you determine whether someone is trustworthy or not?"


I believe people tell you exactly who they are within moments of meeting them. (Unless they’re a sociopath. I’ve found those take a lot longer.) Unfortunately, I don't always listen to my instincts.
Here's what you (and me, dammit) should look for:


Are they reliable?
Do they do what they say? (ie, if it’s someone you like & they say "I'll call you tomorrow", and they don't, I don't care how foxy they are: not trustworthy.) 

Do they trash others? (Funny we never consider the fact that more than likely, they'll happily trash you to the next person they see.)
Do they tell you secrets others have shared with them? (HELLO)
Are they toxic?
Do you feel badly about yourself in their presence?
Do they try to manipulate you?
Do they lie to you?

I guess what I'm trying to say is this: If your gut tells you something's "off" about someone....IT IS.
But Morgan, I still have trouble listening to my instincts. Later, I think “I knew it! I knew I couldn't trust this person! I knew they were lying, manipulating, toxic and not good for me. But I chose to ignore my GUTS.”
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Ironic, yes?
I’m working so hard on this. Hope this helps!


March 26, 2012
Morgan asked:
"How do you deal with the rejection that comes along with acting?"


Here’s what I do (and tell my students to do as well). When you go to an audition, your goal can’t be to “get the job”. If it is, I guarantee you: you will suck, instantly. If you walk in with some other goal "I'm gonna breathe today" or "I'm gonna be in the moment" or "I'm not gonna try to impress anyone. Just gonna tell the truth."“I’m not going to take this all so seriously”, etc.
If you leave an audition and you achieved your goal, GREAT!
If not, something to work on for next time.
That way, your self-esteem isn’t totally dictated by the whims of others. And if you actually get the part? That's gravy.
But statistics say, you probably won’t.
For every role I audition for, I still get a “no” 95% of the time.

I ain’t gonna kid you, as many of my fellow actors will attest I'm sure...
It's really hard, Morgan. Otherwise everyone would do it.


To be an actor, you must be vulnerable, truthful and raw. Open.
Yet you get stomped on thousands of times. So you have to be a hardcore tough-as- nails badass too.

A really tricky combo.
I’ve watched even the finest actor turn into a bitter mess due to all the rejection.

Two things I know for sure: if you TRY to make sense of why you didn’t get a certain part, you'll go mad. And if you walk in trying to be who they want, you most definitely won't be.
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Love K

April 7, 2012
Morgan asked:
“How do you always look so beautiful?”


After resisting the temptation to tell Morgan I wake up looking gorgeous, I gotta props where propage is due.
I actually love doing makeup, and I do my own for ‘the exes’ and most talk shows. However, if it’s a crazy day or a photo shoot, I’ll use a makeup artist. My favorite is Garret Gervais in LA.

My locks however, I suck at. I just throw it up in bun. My hair for almost everything you’ve ever seen me on has been done either by Gaetano Romeo or my dear friend David Dieguez. David works at Jonathan George salon in Beverly Hills & also does my hair now for ‘the exes’. Color done when in NY by Brad Johns.
I'm telling you. IT TAKES A VILLAGE.
And I'm an old hag who hasn't had facelift/fillers, etc. So I need all the HELP I can get!
Oh, and being happy sure helps.


May 21 2012
Morgan asked:
“For two years I’ve been bullied by someone. Any advice? And do you know if your bully, Amy ever read the book?”


First I want to say that I was never bullied. My brother certainly was, but I was relentlessly teased. I think there’s an important distinction.
"Amy" is really a composite of 2 mean girls who ruled the school. One was gorgeous, the other not quite as much. But both equally cruel. 
I ran into the gorgeous one years later in the mall where she wanted my autograph. So all the events happened, but I combined the girls because I’m not into trashing people decades after the fact. We were kids, you know? So I made sure they were well- disguised.
But the actual events occurred. Same with ‘Sully.’ Certain physical details were changed.
By the time I reached high school, most of the teasing ended. But if I was teased, I learned its much smarter to try to rise above them. You know the expression "never let 'em see you sweat"? Like that.
Be graceful & smile at people, if they say degrading things say "feel better about yourself yet?”

I know this is really hard.
And it sounds like you’re having a brutal time of it, and I’d give anything to have a little one on one with those girls.
I know you’re smart enough to know this...but it’s all about their feelings of insecurity & self-loathing.

Besides, do you really want to peak in high school?
FYI, every single successful person I know was a dork who was tortured as a kid.


May 21 2012
Morgan asked:
“A friend of mine has been acting really mean to me all of a sudden. I keep trying to ask her whats wrong, but she won’t answer. Now she’s spreading terrible lies about me. What should I do?”


A friend should bring out the best in you. You should feel safe, trusted & loved. You should be exactly YOU in a friendship. (Or any relationship, for that matter.)
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You're not alone, Morgan. I've had toxic friendships my whole life. (Thank God I’ve been blessed with a great many non-toxic ones as well.)
Unfortunately, it still happens to me. Now, pretty much only on social media. But it doesn’t lessen the confusion and hurt. Not to mention the shame. When will I finally learn to listen to my instincts?
I'm so sorry this happened to you, sweetie. But YOU know the truth, and that's all that matters. I swear to god this will make you a more compassionate, loving, INTERESTING person in the long run.

Check out this article: http://www.helium.com/items/1415930-toxic-friends 

*I just wrote a blog about this very topic as well, calledSlaying A Different Dragon


July 12, 2012
Morgan asked:
"What advice would you give someone (like me) who is trying to figure out who they are and find their purpose?"


Oh, goodie. Another easy one. (?)
Jesus.
Honestly, I would tell you to continue to do everything you're doing. Ask lots of Questions (not just of others but yourself.)
Do 1 selfless thing a day.
Try to live a self-examined life.

Be open to the twists & turns life offers.
Know that it's the people you struggle with who have the most to teach you.

Then, your purpose will reveal itself. K
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Aug 4th 2012
Morgan asked:
"What advice would you give someone who's struggling to be happy and confident about themselves? Me & a friend need your advice!"

I guess I could say all that stuff you've already heard "act confident & you'll be confident" or "ignore what other people think" or "follow your dreams", etc etc etc...are true.
But the simplest & best advice I have for you might not be what you want to hear: live as generous a life as possible.

Now, I know it sounds weird--"how will helping OTHER people make ME happy?"
I'll tell you: I'm 44 (I know, I know "WHAT??? NO WAY!", etcetc) and I lived most of my life as a selfish person. I wasn't necessarily mean or a jerk, really. I was just interested in making myself as happy as possible without much thought to others. Which didn't work AT ALL. (See: GUTS) Then, after rehab, I came home to my dusty, empty apartment & thought "How on earth could someone with so much have so little?"
I've slowly learned over the past 6 years that if I help people, whether it be teaching at NYU, helping a homeless guy, or taking time out of my day to reach out to someone who's struggling---THAT's what makes me feel happy & vital. 
Same with writing to you and others, sometimes when I really didn't feel like it or was having a crappy day myself.
You're so young, I don't expect you to run to the nearest soup kitchen. But what about reading to kids in a cancer ward once a month? or simply stopping to listen to that lonely, annoying neighbor who talks too much? Or volunteering once a month at an animal shelter? Or seeing something on twitter & writing that person words of encouragement? Or ask your dad if he needs help.
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I think you are a really exceptional young woman & gorgeous to boot. Honey, when you're about 18 you're gonna have all the boy worship you want. Just make sure you remember that beauty starts & ends within.
I hope this helps! 
Love, KJothewindbag

Aug 28 2012
Morgan sent me this:

“I just started riding the bus home. The first time I rode it was on thursday and I had never ridden a bus before in my life. I was a little terrified, nervous, and kind of upset about it at first. I didn't know a single person on my bus. But then, as I was sitting on the bus on Friday, and something crossed my mind: "We're all just freaks in the same leaky coconut raft. Hold on, life just might surprise you if you give it a chance." I'm not saying they're freaks (although some of them are) but I looked around me and realized I wasn't anywhere near being the only one in that situation. Thinking of that made me feel a lot more open minded, and turns out I've made a few new friends and it's not as bad as I thought it would be.
This may sound kind of stupid, and I feel lame for being so worried about it, but I thought I'd tell you because it's just another example of how you've helped me! xo"

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And finally....
Morgan’s review of Guts, on her extraordinary blog, Becoming Morgan

I have GUTS
A review by Morgan Craven
GUTS The Endless Follies & Tiny Triumphs of a Giant Disaster

by Kristen Johnston.

This book couldn’t have a better, more accurate title. I never thought something as simple as a book could change my life.
I found Kristen on Twitter in December of 2011. We both had just joined, and I was amazed and overly excited that she took the time to actually respond to me. When I heard she had a book coming out, I pre-ordered it immediately.
I spent several agonizing weeks waiting until it finally came in the mail, and the second it did I plopped on the couch and proceeded to read the entire book, cover to cover. 

From that moment on, my life was changed. Right then and there, I began seeing things differently. I didn’t know it then, but ‘Guts’ came into my life at the perfect time. I was at a point in my life where I was ready to start breaking out of my shell of shyness and insecurity. This book gave me exactly what I needed to do that.
I’ve read ‘Guts’ religiously, countless times since then, and every time I do, it seems like I learn something new or I make a new connection between some of Kristen's experiences with my own.
First and foremost, ‘Guts’ helped me realize than I am not a victim at all... of anything or anyone. I'm not a victim of those who viciously bullied me for years, nor of the difficulties life throws my way. Simply by reading it, I was able to discover my own power and strength, as Kristen discovered her own.
Also, as someone who has addiction in my genes, it really struck a nerve. Not just how dangerous drugs and alcohol can be, but also understanding that addiction is not a choice, but rather a disease. So many people are so angry with addicts, understandably thinking that they are choosing the drug or the booze over them. But I see now that this isn't true. I realized that addicts are some of the most misunderstood people in the world.page10image16856page10image17016
I learned so much as an aspiring writer. I know how nerve-wracking it can be talking about personal struggles with a friend. But to tell the truth about who you are, with all the gross, crazy, funny, gory, embarrassing details, to the world? seems unimaginably terrifying to me. The fact that Kristen did this is so inspiring and still amazes the crap out of me.
Both ‘Guts’ and it’s author have helped me become stronger in ways you cannot begin to imagine. She's given me the inspiration and the courage to do things I never would have been able to do two years ago. I am a better person because of her.
So, my advice to you? Get ‘Guts’. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll scream, you'll wish to God you could've been there to help her at times. But in the end, you certainly won't regret it. Bearing witness to her overcoming all that she's gone through, as well as seeing her so happy now and helping others, addicts and non-addicts, is the most admirable thing I've ever seen. “Tiny triumphs”? I don’t think so.

Kristen is the strongest, sweetest, most beautiful person I've ever met. I'm very proud and honored to call a friend, and she is and always will be my biggest role model.


In the 2 years I've known Morgan, I've witnessed an unbelievable growth. Initially, she was shy, bullied, sick all the time, but (as you can see) wise beyond her years. 
As we began to communicate more, I began to understand that her living situation was terribly unhealthy for her.  
One day last summer, she visited me in Ct for a few days and from the moment she arrived she began dreading going home, and that's when I actually became worried for her well-being. Perhaps Morgan will one day share the details, but since then, I've watched this 16 year old girl FIGHT for her own health and happiness.

I've witnessed her face situations that would scare the shit out of any adult with bravery, elegance and class.
She and her dad now live with his sister, and she's blossomed beyond anything I ever could have hoped for.
Who’d have ever thought a teenager would have so much to teach a woman in her 40’s? Thank you, Morgan. I’m so incredibly proud & grateful to call you my friend.
Love, Kristen
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The Endless Farts and Tiny Mind of a Darling Disaster

by Kristen Johnston

Within the first 8 months of my sobriety, I lost both of my beloved dogs, Stella & Lulu.  Lulu had been my constant companion for 16 years, Stella for 12.  Lulu was drop-dead gorgeous, flirty, and without question, the smartest animal I’ve ever known. She had glossy, fluffy, black fur, always smelled good (even after a hike), and her two front paws looked like they were dipped in dalmation.  She was remarkable. 
Stella was...well, Stella was none of those things.  She was like the homely sister of a model or a movie star.  She was stout, snorty, stinky and her lower jaw jutted out (all the better to see her hilariously awful teeth).  She was blessed with the remarkable skill of ripping indescribably awful farts seconds before you sat next to her. Her timing was uncanny. 
Oh, and it’s worth mentioning that she had the mental capacity of a stick of wood.
Poor Stella.  
Think Helen Klum,  Jessica Aniston, Candy Theron or Ashley Jolie.  However, instead of being jealous, Stella was oblivious to all the attention Lulu would ineveitably draw from the throngs of admirers on New York City sidewalks. Instead would waddle along; a happy, stupid, kind creature.  They utterly adored each other.

Lulu & Stella bore witness to the darkest period of my life, years of a hideous clinical depression, which I wisely treated by self-medicating with enormous amounts of opiates and red wine. Because, after all, I am a Doctor.  Well, that’s not quite true. However I am a nurse. Oh, alright, so I played a nurse on ER for 6 episodes, same thing.  

Until you’ve experienced the endless, muddy swamp of clinical depression, it’s almost impossible to comprehend.  I was desperate for relief.   I can think of a number of times where the only thing preventing me from swallowing the entire bottle of pills was my concern for the fate of my dogs.  At the time I almost resented them for hindering my plans. Now I’m so grateful. Without them, I'm fairly certain I wouldn't be here.
Many years later, after I finally got my dumb ass to rehab, I was slammed with a few monumental buzzkills immediately upon my return: First, living life without drugs or alcohol was way easier to do in a rehab.
And second, Lulu was dying. 
For years she had a terrible, deep cough that no medication seemed able to touch. So we all lived with it, despite the fact that she hacked like Bette Davis after a bender.  However, it had now clearly progressed to the point where her quality of life was awful - she coughed so consistently she barely slept or ate.  Plus, she was really, really old. As anyone who’s experienced it can attest, euthanizing a pet you love like a child is excrutiating, unbearable.
Compounding the nightmare was that Lulu was so intelligent I swear she  KNEW what was happening to her and once inside the room in the veteranary hospital (where she’d been many times before, with no problem), she began freaking out, fighting desperately to escape, to live.  Instead, Stella licked her face while I held her still, screaming and weeping as I allowed a vet to kill my dog.
Thank God my friend Joe was with me, not just because of the steady comfort he provided, but because he bore witness to something I still have a hard time believing actually happened.  If he hadn’t been there, I think I would have convinced myself I had made it up, because it’s simply too strange to comprehend. 

Once Lulu was finally gone (of course the first shot didn’t work), Joe, myself, and my suddenly sister-less dog all stumbled out to my car, in shock.  When I turned the car on, the radio was blaring. What the fuck? I knew it wasn’t on when we drove over there (“Yeah! Let’s jam to some tunes as we drive my dog to her death!”), and if it had been, it would not have been on some golden oldies station.  
Huh. Oh well...

I reached up and was about to turn it off just as I heard the words “Lulu’s Back in Town.” (I later found out it was a famous Jazz standard and it was sung by Mel Torme, but at the time I had never heard it before in my life). 
I looked at Joe, who said succinctly “That’s weird.” I turned my head and looked at Stella, who was staring  back at me, stock still.  Then I turned back and the three of us just sat in that car, lost in our own thoughts as we listened to Lulu’s goodbye...     

Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed, gotta sew a button on my vest,
'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best, Lulu's back in town.

Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, gotta shine my shoes & slick my hair,
Gotta get myself a boutonniere, Lulu's back in town.

You can tell the mailman not to call, I ain't comin' home until the fall,                      
And might not get back home at all, because Lulu’s back in town....



 Stella and I became very close the next few months.  She came with me everywhere. I brought her to a play I was in every night, and the cast adored her.  Finally, she was the superstar.  While I was onstage she whiled away the hours by farting on the futon in the green room. The play ended in October, 2007.

The following are a series of emails I sent to a few friends and family in November & the beginning of December 2007.  I've never quite known what to do with them - should I make them a chapter of a book? 
Instead I've decided to share them with you.
To me, they’re an homage to the deep, powerful connection we have towards our pets, but also a truthful snapshot of somebody experiencing brand-new sobriety. A time when I was a lost and terrified foreigner trying to clumsily negotiate the utterly mysterious and completely unfamiliar land of the alive.

Kristen


Lulu & Stella
Los Angeles, 1998


From: Kjo
Subject: Stella
Friday, Nov 9 2007 3:32 am

My dear Friends who love Stella....

It doesn't look good for Stella. She was admitted to the hospital late last night after suddenly getting really sick. 
Still have more Q's than A's. Waiting for last blood work, but basically, there will probably be surgery, and recovery looks grim. The Dr said she wanted to be clear with me and that the prognosis isn't good.   
Just waiting on last blood test & a chest x ray before they can do the surgery. 
She's lived a great life, due in no small part to all of you loving her so much. 
I'm ok. Teary, but I know whatever will be, will be. 
I promise I'll keep you updated as soon as I know anything definite.
I'm just praying, and I guess if you pray, toss one her way. 
I'm still hopeful she'll surprise the shit out of everyone by simply being too dumb to die.
Love
K

From: Kjo
Subject: Stella
Sunday, Nov. 11 2007 5:10pm

So here's the update:

She just went into surgery. 
There's a mass, which could be anything from cancer to a fucking tinker toy.  And since Stella would happily eat pretty much anything, including her own puke, I wouldn’t be surprised. The problem is, her pancreas is 3 times it’s normal size.  
Just hung out with her for a half hour in the icu. Feel a little better, brought her my pillowcase so she’d know I was there. Also, everyone in the ER loves her and they all went on & on about her expressive face. So she's been getting lots of love.  

She looks miserable & stupid, I don't know why that comforted me. They'll call mid surgery (tonight I guess) & we'll go from there. If it's cancer, well - she was very clear that she may not wake up. 
Thank God one of her Vets, Dr. Fishkin, is so incredibly nice, she has 2 pit bulls, and was just very  sympathetic. 
If it isn't cancer, or just regardless, the chances of a dog her age...
well, she's mostly worried about the next 48 hours. The chance of infection after an operation there is REALLY high. I told her I knew only too well, because of my stomach disaster last year.

So I'm walking home & crying & writing to you guys.
Please pray for her. 
I know you all loved her in spite of her mental disability. 
Xx

From: KJo
Subject: Re: Stella
Sun, Nov 11 7:42pm

Thanks so much for all your emails and calls. The Surgeon called, Stella's on the table.
She has an (almost definitely cancerous) tumor in her pancreas. 
He presented me with 2 options, neither thrilling. In fact, both just terrible, terrible options.  (And I had to decide which one that instant, as he was speaking to me while standing over her still cut open):

1.They could be aggressive, and perform a pretty rare & delicate procedure to take it out. Which is tricky, the outcome is usually grim and the recovery is very painful & difficult. Not helping matters is the fact that this surgeon, reportedly one of the best in the city, admitted he’s done this surgery only once before. And that dog died.

2. Or they could kill her now.

I chose the surgery.  

I hope that was the right thing. I asked him what decision he would make, and he said “I never feel comfortable sharing that. This is your choice.”

This has all been so sudden, literally overnight, and I know she's not ready to quit fighting. The operation takes many hours, IF she makes it thru AND makes it thru next 48 hrs.....maybe there's hope. I would never want her quality of life to be bad, but at least I'd KNOW....you know? Then I could say “This sucks, we’ve done all we can, let's stop torturing her.”

I think the surgeon wanted to put her down. But he doesn't know her. Or me.
So that's it. It helps to write it all out. I'll let you know what happens.....but I will say, this apartment is a whole lot better when she's in it.
I miss her.


From: Kjo
Subject: So far, so good
Sun, Nov 11, 10:26pm

Just got off the phone with her surgeon. She made it through, so that's one big hurdle. Turns out, she had a very similar surgery to mine! They took out a chunk of her duodenal intestine. (I told the surgeon what happened to me and he said "Wow. I can’t believe you’re alive.") 
The next 2 to 5 days are critical, but I really think she's maybe got another year or 2. 
Slower, dumber, more annoying, but I think she's gonna do it. I hope.
I can visit her at noon.
Oh, btw, the Dr said "you made the choice I wouldve made for my dog.".....
Which would’ve been way more helpful to know about three hours ago.  
Dick.          
                     
From: Kjo
Subject: Re: Stella
Mon, Nov 12 2007 1:39pm

Just letting you all know Stella pulled through like a champ, she seems to be blowing the mind of the vet, and I get to see her this afternoon. 
It's still very iffy, trying not to get too excited, but I'm so relieved, and maybe all the good vibes sent her way helped.
Or again, maybe she's too dumb to die.
Xxxx



Stella & her new sock monkey, given to her by one of the vet techs

From: Kjo
Subject: The latest...
Tues, Nov 13 4:50pm

Jackie & I just visited her. She's actually able to walk a bit, recognize people--
but mostly, she's wasted, and looks a lot like her mommy circa 2005.
I'm hopeful, but the reality is, 80 percnt of dogs who have this surgery don't make it. 
I mean, they basically took out a bunch of her innards & drastically moved the stuff that's still there. Plus, the biopsy results aren't back yet. 
But I'm hopeful. I really am.
She's at the hospital @ 15th & 5th, so if any of you want to visit her, let me know. 
Jackie cracked up today cause I was pretending to be a munchausen by proxy doggie mother with the Nurses. 
They didn't get it. 
But Jackie did.
K


From: Kjo
Subject: Update
Weds, Nov 14 2007 6:23pm 

Hi guys,
So, here's the deal. I've been trying to wait to write you guys in case I had more news, but I haven't heard back from the Vet yet, so I'll give you what I know:

Stella seemed to be doing great.  Jackie & Hickey came to the Hospital today, she really seemed better. (By the way, thank you both so much for coming, you both are 
amazing.) 
Then, about 2 hrs ago, I got a call from the vet. There's a buildup of fluid in her body, and they don't know if its an infection, or if something ripped open. 
So I had to again make the split-second decision whether to put her down or open the poor old girl up yet again.
After 20 minutes of hysteria, I decided they should open her up again.
She's on the table now. 
I haven't heard anything yet.
When I do, I'll let you know.
But just thank you all for loving her & me. And your calls.
I do feel blessed, I really do, to have you all in my life.

Always & forever,
Stella's mommy


From: Kjo
Subject: She just won't die!
Wed, Nov 14 2007 9:56pm

Well, once again, she defies the odds. It WAS a terrible infection, and there was some leaking. 
I know, eeew.
But, she pulled through yet AGAIN!, and I'm so happy I made the right call. If we hadn't decided as quickly as we did, the surgeon felt it wouldve been too late & he wouldve had to put her down.

Oh my god. Seriously, I feel like I'm in some sort of lifetime movie, where Tiffani Amber-Theissen’s kid is dying from some mysterious disease.
Except this one isn’t funny. 

Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but tonight Stella's alive.
That's all I got.
K


From: Kjo
Subject: 
Thurs, Nov. 15, 2007 11:07am

She's stable today. But critical. No visitors today (even me).
Update you all later, but thanks for offering to visit.
Xxx


From: Kjo 
Subject: Days Of Our Lives, Stella Style
Thurs, Nov 15, 2007 8:44pm

Hi everyone
I just saw her for the first time since the 2nd operation. She is just lying there. 
Its just a killer, it really is. But the sweet vet tech sat next to me (after I burst into tears) and said that despite how bad she looks, she has defied ALL expectations, and is the talk of the Hospital. Just her sheer will to live.
They really can't believe she's made it this far. 

Which was a good kick in my ass....I mean if she's fighting so hard, then I will too. 
She knew I was there, and moved her head to look at this other toy I brought from home. She's out of it, but she's still Stella. I know she wants to live. I can just tell. 

They really do seem to care about her there, everyday I see more & more toys & blankets & fuzzy pillows in her cage. She's worked her Stella magic on all of them.
What a Lady.

I keep asking, “When is she out of the woods, when can I start to get my hopes up, 
when will she maybe, maybe come home?”

All are answered the same way every other Goddamn question in my life is: 
"Let’s just take it one day at a time."
Thanks, Jesus.
Like I needed THAT reminder again. 
(I actually kind of did)

K




From: Kjo 
Subject: Re:
Fri, Nov. 16 2007 6:34pm

She's having a transfusion today. Things aren't working the way they'd hoped. Her stomach isn't "moving,” it’s just not working right.
I just left her, she perked up a LOT during my visit, sat up, drank her first water in 2 days.
Everytime I visit, at the beginning, she looks so bad that I start bawling & asking everyone if I should just put her out of her misery. But always, I leave knowing she wants to keep fighting. 

Sometimes, I am just confounded by the decision before me.
Keep fighting, exposing her to countless agonys, Or let her rest, finally.
To be honest, it is like nothing I've ever felt, every instinct in me is crying out for my own relief, a pill, a glass of wine. But I won't.

I’ve had the best time with her the last few months, being a sober, good mom for once....taking her to the dog park, playing with her, letting her lie next to me watching tv so we can snuggle. I used to make her lie on the end of the couch, because she’d knock over my wine. What an asshole. Me, not her. 
Besides, I'd usually end up spilling it myself.
Every night we’d walk to the theater and she’d lounge backstage while I performed 'Scarcity,' and every night she and I would walk home together as the cast went out for drinks. My little sober companion.
So, I'm not going to relapse. Life on life's terms. 
I wouldn't do that to her.
But I want to.
I've never gone through something so powerful sober. It sucks. I can't quite express in words what it's like to enter my apartment. An unbearable silence in place of her noisy greeting. 
Year after year, day after day, she's been there. 
I realized that I never really grieved for Lulu, because Stella was there. 
So, I'm IN it. 
It's scary & powerful. Then it hit me. 
Sometimes life is just awful & mean & unfair. But you have to be IN it in order to honor it. 

I hope you don't mind these updates, they help me so much. Oh, and I found out Stella had a visitor earlier. Eric G took it upon himself to see her, which made me burst into tears for the 500th time today.  Shocker.

I love you all
Stella's mom


Wearing Dr.Fishkin’s frog.



From: Kjo 
Subject: 
Sun, Nov 18, 2007 10:26pm

I try to wait as long as possible to write these, so I'll have as much information as I can.
But the crux is, as always, that it doesn't look good. It's frustrating to keep writing that, every fucking night, but trust me....it's far more upsetting to hear it.
Because, there are a million highs & lows in between that.
Last night was the best, cause she was so STELLA. Of course, watching her walk towards me hooked up to this massive IV stand, and needing 3 people to escort her, that is brutal. 

But last night Dr. Fishkin said "I'm not supposed to say this, but I am so hopeful! She's a miracle. As long as we don't see any bacteria in her stomache tube, by Monday we can start getting REALLY excited!!!"
This morning, they found bacteria.

Infection.
Crushing. 

I went to see her, as usual, she loves all of us sitting there, talking about her. She seems okay. Which actually is why it's so frustrating. 
While speaking to her vet (I did NOT like the one treating Stella today.....pompous, condescening and cold), I said no to any more surgery. BUT I told her I had a similar infection, and they just shoved a tube in me (at site of infection) & let it drain. 
She said they were already thinking about doing something similar. I said “So what’s the hold-up?” (Don’t fuck with me, bitch.  I can give as good as I get.)

So they went ahead and did that, getting a lot of bad stuff out. Plus changed her antibiotics. 
I guess that was good, but I can't wait for her real Dr to see her.
I have to explain, and if you'd see her you know what I mean--She really & truly SEEMS good....like "When are you taking me home, and then the park?"

She really does. People who've been to see her agree. She is Stella & wants to come home.
I'm just saying this because as much as I love her, I'm not some crazy dog lady who 
wants to keep her alive & have a pet sematary dog. 
She doesn't want to stop.
No one (I know I keep saying this) but no one can believe how resilient she is.
So that's where it is today. More purgatory.Thanks for your calls, etc. 
Love, K


From: Kjo
Subject: Big News
Tues, Nov. 20th 2007 5:15pm

Hi guys
Stella is actually slightly improving. The great news is, they aren't seeing any bacteria. Her spirits are up. But she still won't eat, and her stomach won't work yet. That's critical, but they feel she's now strong enough for them to try some more aggressive treatments.

I'm seeing her in a few hours, when she's done with a treatment.  Whenever they say that, it always makes me think she's at some fancy spa getting a mani/pedi or a deep tissue massage. I wish.

That’s not the big news though. Before all this happened, I was gonna get her a low-key sister to play with. A few nights ago, while I was in the waiting room, I struck up a conversation with 'Bunny', a cat lady who volunteers @ the ASPCA. (Need I tell you how crazy she was?) 

She told me about a gorgeous white Pit Bull they had that was 7 yrs old & really sweet. I’ve dying to see the place anyway, since they did the huge renovation.....and it is the greatest, cleanest, most incredible place.

So I go up there with my girl Anouk, take photos & whatnot with everyone and finally met 'Cookie', a white pit who'd been rescued by police after they saw that she was badly emaciated & it was clear she'd been very badly abused. They think she was a breeding bitch for fighting dogs. 
I took her home of course. Gonna give her to Joe the dog walker, or the kennel, the first few weeks Stella's home.
Her name is 'cookie', but I'm thinking of changing it to 'Pinky', altho nothing's set. 
I'll also send some pics taken by the over excited ASPCA lady.
Seeing Stella soon.
Love you all


The day I got Cookie (Pinky)


From: Kjo
Subject: Stella
Tues Nov 27, 2007 6:08pm

Some of you have been asking for an update, so here goes.....she's still fighting. Everyday are little or big battles, but the jist is, she's getting ever so slowly maybe sort of better, baby, baby steps. It’s heartwrenching & exhausting & insanely expensive (we hit the 40 grand mark today). 
But she's playful & fighting & wants to live, so I am just gonna keep fighting until she stops. 
I brought her favorite green frisbee back from Ct dig, dig, dig and she became so intense & crazy & the vets laughed their asses off.  They only bring it out once a day because of how completely unhinged she becomes. 
I thought of you, Hickey. You would’ve loved it. 
Dig dig dig.
She is still not eating though, and is so skinny. I kind of broke down today, little bag of bones. She has so many tubes in her, argh. 
But she occasionally holds down food thru her stomach tube.
Pinky is a doll, loved the country, but its weird there without the grand dame of outside play.
So that's where its at.
I hope you all had great thanksgivings!



Dig. Dig. Dig.

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From: Kjo
Subject: End Game for Stella
Thurs, Nov. 29, 2007 3:50pm

Hi guys
I just found out that Stella, despite her sunny disposition, all the endless treatments and all the love in the world - is not gonna pull through.
Her GI tract just won't work, and they think it's pretty much dead. It's crazy-making, because she SEEMS okay. 
I'm giving her another 24 hours of aggressive treatment, but it's just.....end game.

The good/bad news is, I get to take her home on Saturday am.  She'll be so happy to be home & I hope some of you can visit. Then she'll be euthanized at home on Sunday, with me & all her stuff around her. 
It's the definition of bittersweet. 
So, if any of you would like to say hi/bye to her, call me. She is still the same cute Stella. But I also know that that's so hard for some people.

Anyway, thank you all so much for being my friends, and for caring about me & Stella, two pretty messed up ladies. I have a million memories of all of you with her - Hickey holding that frisbee in the pool, making her 'tap dance' - oh, it just kills me.  


To this day, one of the funniest memories of my life.
Thank you, Hickey



From: Kjo
Subject: RIP Sweet Stella
Sat, Dec 1 2007 5:58pm

Stella's finally at peace. 

Jackie & I brought her home to my apartment, and I was hoping to have one last night with her, but it didn't work out that way. She started breathing so hard, and finally I saw in her eyes something I'd never seen in all these weeks - she was finally done.  The fight was gone from her eyes. 
(Although, even with belabored breathing, goddam if she didn't STILL want to "dig dig dig" at that green fucking frisbee - Gasp dig dig gasp dig dig.)
Unreal.
Me & Cadee & Jackie drove her to the hospital, where they had agreed to come out and euthanize her in my car, so she didn't have to die in that fucking place. I couldn’t bear her having to go back in there, I just couldn’t. 
Jackie drove, and I'll spare you the details of her "hysterical-slash-I'm-perfectly-fine-and-not-at-all-devastated" driving.
Only cause I can’t wait to act it out to you all in person.

The only thing I will say is that if there was a pothole, that lady found it. 
God, I love you Jackie.  Thanks for loving Stella as much as I did.
You are one hell of a friend.
But it was pretty funny.
 I was riding in the back holding Stella, and even she looked up at me as if to say What’s happening? Am I in hell? I'm scared mommy.

Suddenly, we were there and Dr. Fishkin came outside with a needle.  Jackie & Cadee gave us some privacy. I held Stella’s body in the backseat, and before you knew it, her head landed right where it should have, on her Frisbee. I didn’t even know it was there.
I swear, Hickey. 
She died in my arms, her head on her frisbee. 

My heart broke. I felt it. Tears were dripping all over Stella . Then I heard a noise and looked up and saw that  Dr Fishkin, who had done so much for her & tried so hard to save her, was loudly sobbing herself. 
That did it.

The floodgates opened and I was gone. Lost to a meltdown that was dramatic even by my very loose standards. A meltdown that if you saw in a movie, you’d roll your eyes and think (or in my case, say out loud), "Jesus, trying for an Oscar much?"She’d win, of course. 

Things are kind of blurry after that - I do remember as Dr. Fishkin gently carried Stella away forever,  I’ve never wanted to run so badly in my life. I wanted to run down Fifth Avenue as fast as I could. Away. 
I needed to not feel this.
I’m not equipped to feel this.
I pushed the car door open & ran, slamming instantly into into Joe Schrank's chest. (Thank you so much, big Joe, for being there to catch me.....a lesser man would’ve folded, or at least faltered, but damn if you're not as sturdy as a Redwood).

For the longest time, me & Joe & Cadee & Jackie just stood there on the corner of 15th and 5th, holding each other, weeping.  
Well, maybe not Joe cause he's a straight man who likes football, but the sight must’ve been pretty amazing. Three loudly sobbing women all hanging on to one enormous man right on 5th avenue.

So, that's the very end.

I'm so gratefull you've been patient with my endless updates. As you know, its weird & foreign for me to let people know when I'm hurting, so this has been a challenge.
I never ever expected to feel grief & pain like this. 

I know normal people go through this stuff all the time, but I'm a sick person who has never allowed herself to feel. I'd have been drunk or on drugs the whole time. 
I'm so glad I'm feeling the whole weight of it, she deserved that from me.  
We ended up getting french toast afterward, which worked out just fine anyway.

Today, I woke up happy, knowing these two things are true: she was finally ready to go, and she's already somehow found a green frisbee to play with forever & ever, which is all she ever really wanted anyways.

Love,
Kristen



Stella Johnston
1995 - 2007













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The Dreamcatcher

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I decided to dust off a few other old writings. This one was written on March 10th of this year, my 7 year sobriety date.


Seven years ago today I walked into rehab a shivering, mortified, miserable, drunk & high mess. I went to The Meadows, in Wickenburg, Arizona...a town out of the old west, with cowboys, Indians and old storefronts. It looked like a set from 'High Noon.' 

I swear to God  I actually saw tumbleweeds blowing across the dusty road as we pulled in. It was a Sunday, so there was only one Nurse on duty who took her sweeeeeet time checking me in. I was utterly dreading the opiate withdrawals, and begged her for something to offset the symptoms. However, she insisted that I was way more of an alcoholic, and made me take Librium instead. Which is why I stumbled around the rest of the evening in a dark murky haze, slurring my words & barely able to walk. NEVER check in to rehab on a Sunday.

 A friend who's struggling recently wrote me to say he knows he needs to stop drinking, but the thought of the spiritual journey he knew he would have to embark on in order to get well overwhelmed him. This reminded me of something that happened to me all those years back in Wickenberg.

After the inevitable the shock of being in rehab wore off, and my ass sobered up a bit, I began to notice that people kept talking about things like "my spiritual journey"or "my higher power" and "God." 
The message was subtle yet absolute: if I didn't believe in a higher power (preferably God), I would never stay sober.
Oh, shit. I racked my brain, desperate to find a loophole so I could suspend my disbelief in this "faith" crap and join all the shiny happy sober people. 

You see, I went to Catholic grade school for 8 years. Therefore, to me, "God"& "religion" represented  punishment, judgement, scratchy uniforms, miserable old priests, nuns who hated me, constant torment from schoolmates & endless, droning masses. 
I left the school believing in nothing. 
Kind of the opposite of a 'Born again.' 
'Dead Again'?

There was this spiritual counselor at The Meadows who I avoided like the plague, mostly because, well, she was a spiritual counselor. Also, she wore tons of enormous turquoise rings on every plump finger, feather earrings, Birkenstocks, and she stank like patchouli. 
As if her occupation & hairy legs weren't enough, she topped the whole look off with a PERMED MULLET. Yes, my friends. A full-on biz/front, partay/back. BUT WITH TIGHT CURLS.
When I'd see her in the cafeteria, I'd stop whatever I was doing & stare open mouthed at her, imagining the discussions she had at her hair salon.
"Hi, Louise. Same as last time, but could you make the curls even tighter? I have a blind date Friday."

A few weeks into my stay there, she gave the Friday evening group lecture. 
I was surprised and a bit ashamed at myself when I discovered she was incredibly smart, quick witted & dry. I couldn't help but like her. She had survived the death of a child, her husband's suicide and stage 4 breast cancer. Oh, and alcoholism. All with her sense of humor intact. My kinda gal.

Two days later, I was on my early evening walk to kill time/not smoke, and I happened to walk by her open door. She was at her computer. I knocked, not even sure why or what I was going to say.
"C'min" 
"Hi, Sorr-" She held her hand up, not looking at me.

I stood there for about 3 minutes while she typed. I've never been good with silences, especially back then. I saw the Dreamcatcher above her desk & suddenly deeply regretted being there. I could hear the evening Volleyball game in the distance. Maybe I should g...
"Hi Kristen. What's up?" She was looking at me expectantly.
"Hi...um, sorry, I, umm....well,I was thinking today and, um.....well, I'm sure you can't answer this....?" I asked hopefully. 
She just smiled and waited. 
So I looked at her dreamcatcher & took a deep breath.

"Ok. Everyone around here talks about spirituality & God, and for many reasons I don't believe in any of it. I WANT to, but I'm sorry, I just can't & I'm worried I won't get sober if I don't."
I couldn't believe I was crying. 
"I guess I was wondering - what's been weighing on me is....what exactly IS a spiritual journey, and how do you start one?"
She smiled.
"You're already on one. You started the minute you asked that question."
"I know, but...Wait. Really?"
She laughed.
"Yes, Kristen. A Spiritual Journey is just being curious, asking questions & trying to find the right answers for you."
I can't put into words the relief I felt. I left her office with such hope in my heart. Hope that maybe, just maybe this was possible....that I could live my life sober, but still be me.

Before, the words "Spiritual Journey" had always brought to mind some lonely gal who watched way too much Oprah. 
Or a very thin, dirty bearded man who wandered the desert for weeks with no food or water, wearing nothing but a cloth diaper.
Or people who go to Church everyday, and have the Bible memorized.
Or people who attend self-help seminars every weekend.
Or people who hang dreamcatchers above their desks.

But it's not really about any of that, at least to my understanding.
To me, a spiritual journey means you're simply searching for your own answers,  trying every day to learn from your mistakes, forgiving yourself for yours & others for theirs, if possible.
But mostly, it's learning how to love yourself no matter what.

In these past seven years, I've made many mistakes. The road to sanity is not smooth. No one's journey is the same, and sometimes our paths require us to make choices others don't understand or agree with.
The minute I began to accept that, I began to let go. 

After a lifetime of drugs, alcohol, disappointing people, hurting loved ones, lying, people-pleasing, despising myself, so much heartbreak and sorrow...

Today I'm proud to be 7 years sober, I'm proud that I'm no longer 'Dead Again,' I'm proud of the person I'm still becoming and I'm very proud that I actually like who I am. And sometimes, if it's a foggy day and I squint, I even love myself.

Not enough to buy a dreamcatcher, but still...



Jenny, I Got Your Number

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“Better a witty fool than a foolish wit”
                  -Shakespeare, 12th Night


Perhaps the most gratifying part of becoming an old hag is finally understanding that there’s a yin and yang to almost everything in life.

Yes, even with social media.
The beauty of it is that it gives a voice to so many deserving people.
The ugliness of it is that it also gives the same to so many undeserving.

I’m not proud of the fact that for a great portion of my life, I had a profound mistrust of people. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I even disliked most of them. This is partially due to the “ick” factor that happens when one becomes suddenly famous: There you are, the same idiotic buffoon you always were, and overnight you’ve become the prom queen. 
It’s just kind of gross. So there’s that.
But admittedly, most of my aversion to people I attribute to my chronic, life-threatening addiction, and the horrific depression and self-hatred that accompanied it.

Which is why, pretty much from the age of 25 until I got sober at age 39, I trusted only a tiny group of people I’d known for many years. The rest of the world I would smile politely at, certain they wanted my friendship simply because I happened to be smashed on the head with the famous stick.

For years I walked the streets of NYC with a baseball cap & sunglasses, wearing a grimace so icy it would rival Victoria Beckham’s. I emanated “STAY AWAY FROM ME” from every pore of my being. This was not because I was snotty, or had a glorified sense of who I was. It was out of fear, mistrust and misery.

As I got sober, and the shackles of doubt and shame were shed, I slowly became open to people. I began to enjoy life again. I was utterly shocked to learn that I actually enjoyed  meeting strangers, and had fun talking to just about anyone. The biggest shocker was when I realized that I didn’t even hate being famous anymore. 
In fact, I found it kind of sweet. Wow, people saying nice things to you, everywhere you go? Yeah. Torture.

I became soft and happy and trusting.
Unfortunately, this evolution coincided with my first foray into social media.
I’ve always had slight timing issues, so I wasn't all that surprised.
What did surprise me, however, was how easy it is to be catfished when you can’t see someone’s face or hear their voice.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m still a savvy bitch who can smell a liar or a con artist 10 blocks away.
In real life.

However, on social media I’ve made a few truly terrible choices, stupidly believing that people were exactly who they presented themselves to be. I’ve been burned badly a few times, people lying about their addiction or exagerrating crises to get my attention.
Recently I was betrayed by a popular blog writer I had begun to trust as a friend. 
I’m not going to refer to her actual name, or the name of her blog, not because I’m concerned for her privacy or any sort of retribution from her. I could care less. 
I just refuse to give her or her blog anymore interest, attention or hits. 

Let’s call her “Jenny.”

Some of you may have no interest in this post whatsoever, and some might find it interesting. But I found out there are many out there who were also taken in by this same woman, so I decided to finally speak out about what happened to me. I know there are some (a rapidly dwindling number) people who still believe in her. I'm hoping that this will at least make you stop and think. Because it will happen to you, too, sooner or later.

For months, I bit my tongue as she spread devastating and completely false stories about me, my health, my sobriety, and even the legitimacy of my beloved non-profit organization. 
The worst part?
She did all this to me for absolutely no sane reason. I was completely supportive of her, constantly telling my followers about her, tweeting about her and offering her nothing but kindness and friendship.

She decided to attack everything I held dear and besmirch my reputation for one reason, and one reason only: To entertain Jenny.
Tee fucking hee.

I'll be the first to admit that I have many flaws. I’m bossy, impatient, easily frustrated, jump to conclusions, like to think I know better, interrupt often and, like any good addict/actress, I've been known to occasionally lean ever so slightly towards self-involvement.

However, I’m loyal to the death. I would never intentionally hurt anyone. I’m generous to a fault, loving and I do my damndest to never lie. To myself or anyone else.

Despite doing not one thing to warrant Jenny’s sudden and public smackdown of me on twitter, in the months since I did  my best to ignore the nonsense as she and her followers went to town ripping me apart. 

However, recent and incontrovertible facts have come to light. People who once believed in her like I did have been very hurt. And I finally became aware of the damaging and  horrible lies she gleefully spread about me to anyone who would listen.
Finally I decided to take a stand and clear my name.

Jenny, Jenny, Who Can I Turn To?

Jenny is a very clever gal wrote an entertaining blog about nonsense. At the time I discovered her, she had a large, passionate and devoted fan base. Her blog was sprinkled with occasional posts about her personal life, but it was mostly comprised of very detailed and shocking  “blind items” about this c-lister or that d-lister. 
She presented her information as absolute truth. 
She claimed her sources were either her favorite subjects’ personal assistant, her best friend from childhood, an oscar nominated actress, or another dear friend who's a tabloid staple.

I’ve since discovered that her blinds were either false (an easy deduction, since almost all never came to fruition) or they were plagiarized from another gossip blog. As for her sources? Well, since nobody in hollywood would be stupid enough to hire an assistant without having them sign a legally binding confidentiality agreement, and since this particular assistant is still employed by the celebrity Jenny loved to write about, there goes that source. As for her two super famous bffs? Apparently neither of them know who she is.

Regardless, I'm sure these people have way too much going on to be constantly feeding complete nonsense about Leanne Rimes or Brandi or me to some insane blogger in Chicago. But that's just a guess. 

Right about now you might be asking yourself “You, Kristen? You, blessed with such class and elegance? How did you ever become a fan of a gossip blog?!!”
I know, I know. In my defense, Jenny, like all good sociopaths, was really charming and funny. And, as totally repulsed as I am now by everything about her, I concede that she’s a pretty decent writer. 
Plus, there was this...

Last summer, I was sicker than I've ever been in my life. I had no idea what was wrong with me, and no Doctor seemed capable of giving me a diagnosis. For the next 6 months I was so weak I couldn’t stand, walk or even hold my own head up. My white blood cell count was that of a dead person’s. Most of my days were spent lying in bed. The few times I ventured out to either go to yet another fruitless Dr appointment, or to force myself to go to work, I had to wear a neck brace (otherwise my head would limply fall forward on to my chest) and I was confined to a wheelchair. I saw many, many specialists, and lived a nightmarish existence I’ll share with you in greater detail some other time. (I'm sure you can't wait!)

The bottom line is, I was finally diagnosed with Lupus Myelitis in late December, and, after some intensive infusions and treatments, I’m almost in complete remission and I feel fantastic. I've never been so grateful in my life. I kid you not when I say the experience was even worse than what happened to me in London when my Guts blew up.

Since I couldn’t go up or down stairs without agonizing effort during those long, lonely 6 months, I was pretty much a prisoner in my bedroom.  
It would have been the perfect time to write a brilliant novel or simply read a trashy one. 
But I couldn't really concentrate, so I ended up whiling most of the days away on the computer. Jenny’s blog became kind of a way for me to connect to the outside world. She made me laugh and I instantly liked her. We had begun tweeting each other, and eventually began exchanging emails.

It was at this time a few trusted people I’d known on twitter for a long time began warning me away from Jenny. They told me she was a scammer, a con artist, and a felon. She’d embezzled a ton of money and even spent time in jail. Rather recently, she'd been accused of fraud.

This gave me only the briefest of pauses. 
After all, I’d done some pretty embarrassing things when I used, and she had already paid the price for her mistakes. I decided to ignore all the warnings.
I'm an asshole.
This is how it went for months. Me, bored out of my skull, being entertained by Jenny’s blog posts & the amusing people who commented on it.

Then, in October, Jenny offered to wear a SLAM t-shirt as she ran in a Marathon. She said this would bring some much-needed attention to my non-profit foundation dedicated to building NYC’s 1st sober high school. Even though I didn't really look at it as a huge deal, I thought this was a lovely gesture and thanked her profusely both privately and on twitter.

The day of the marathon, I even tweeted my thanks to her while being prepped for a spinal tap at the Mayo clinic, where I was for two weeks. I shared what was really going on with only a small number of people, and by this time, Jenny was one of them. 

Remember those friends of mine who had warned me about her? Well, it turns out they were trying to warn others about her and basically causing Jenny hurt and pain. I wrote one of them a few times and pleaded with her to stop saying mean things. 
Here's one of the letters I wrote, which I eventually shared with Jenny:

Listen, I wanna talk to you abt Jenny. You of course are TOTALLY welcome to your beliefs, and who knows? Maybe someday I'll say "you were right!"
But the one thing I wanted to say is: she says she was struggling with addiction stuff when all this was going on yrs ago. Yes, she did wrong shit, she went to jail, and decided to change. She's worked hard to stay drama free with all the blogging stuff.
I guess what I'm saying is, if people judged me on who I was 7 years ago, I'd have no friends.
If you don't like her for what she does today, well, then that's your biz. .
But it seems most of your anti-Jenny stuff is abt her past.
She has never mentioned you or any of this to me, in a tweet or DM, ok?  But just as I would try to defend you, I'm trying to defend her.
If you don't care about any of this, and just don't like her, cool. That's your deal. I respect that.
But if I saw someone I liked saying something about you, I'd do the same.  I'm just sensitive to someone being hated for behavior they regret deeply. I'm a big believer that people can change...after all, I did.

And so they stopped, despite their strong feelings that Jenny was a con artist. Not a negative word was uttered about her for months, at least that I saw.

Okay, so you know how you get that funny tickle on the back of your throat when one of your friends is angry with you? Or that odd feeling in your chest when you feel something you’ve done or said has maybe hurt someone you care about? But you're clueless as to what you did? If you think back, there were warning signs that they were gonna blow. Oh shit, I knew something was off! Or Fuck me, I knew I shouldn't have hit on her husband at their wedding! Dumb, dumb, dumb! Then, when the bomb goes off, there’s almost a relief.

But our gal Jenny doesn’t believe in warnings. No sir. Our gal Jenny's more like an Al Quaeda terrorist who happily munches on warm nuts in First Class seconds before causing death and destruction. In January she lashed out at me so suddenly, with such stunning force, that when I read her tweet during a rehearsal, I recall actually saying the words “What the fuck” very loudly.

She was enraged that I didn’t thank her properly for wearing a SLAM t-shirt for
the marathon she had run months ago. She accused me of being unsupportive, and was furious that she paid $300 to run in this marathon, all for nothing. She was sick of me “playing both sides of the fence” and “not standing up for her when it counted.”

It was an absurd, insane display of pettiness, jealousy and madness. (Not to mention I subsequently found out the entrance fee for this particular race was $63.00. Not $300)

She then wrote a vicious blog about it, which I chose not to read. But I got the gist. I was a fucking D-list, ungrateful psychotic cunt.
Wow. Okay then. See ya, psycho. Sorry I stood up for you & supported you.
At the time, I wrote this twit longer about it:
I know there's been lots of twitter drama since last night, and since I don't have a blog (nor will I read anyone else's)...here's my truth. Take it or leave it.I don't know how I stumbled onto Jenny's blog/twitter, but she made me laugh my ass off. Her writing is superb, cutting, observant. I became a big fan fast, and soon we struck up an email friendship.When this happened, maybe 6-8 months ago, suddenly people I've known for years warned me off her. She's shady, she did this & that, felon, blah blah blah. Which I didn't care about. Since I'm an addict in recovery & have made so many mistakes in my past.... I would hate for someone to judge me based on those, only to throw them back in my face years later.However, a few longtime pals felt very differently about Jenny. This was awkward, and I was very clear with them that I hated that they were talking about her. I approached them on numerous occasions, asking them to stop saying such negative stuff about Jenny. As my friend T will attest, I wrote LONG emails to her on Jenny's behalf.I never did so publicly on twitter because, frankly, I wasn't interested in getting a rise out of everyone else & inspiring even MORE feuding.Unfortunately, I guess my friendship with Jenny and the other ladies made it seem like I "played both sides of the fence" which in my opinion, is not true. I NEVER ONCE said a negative word about Jenny to them, and vice versa. I LIKED THEM BOTH.
I totally enjoyed reading Jenny's blogs, interacting with her followers, and our occasional emails. I did, and still do, think she's incredibly talented. I'm also very grateful she volunteered to represent my non-profit organization by wearing a t-shirt in a marathon she ran, which I expressed to her at the time.
 However,  it has clearly become too uncomfortable & hurtful to Jenny to be friends with her. This really bums me out, and even though I don't like the way she did it, I guess I understand why.
I really wish old crap could stay in the past here on twitter. But, I always say "it's my twitter, I'll write what I want"....so I guess I have to respect the same toward others.I will not trash Jenny or anyone involved with her, I'm not interested in more drama. I'm serious. I'm still really sick with Lupus, I have IV infusions nightly, and frankly...I hate it.If anyone's looking for me to join some feud, I got better shit to do.And, as always with this stuff, I wish my friend Lynn were here.I will always remain a huge fan of Jenny's writing.
KJo 


And that has been the only thing I’ve said about Jenny publicly since January.
If only she had done the same. I guess her meltdown was questionable for even her most devoted followers, and she was called out on it. To such an extent that she was pressured into making up shit about me to explain the reasons for her insane behavior.
I don’t know this for a fact. It’s just a guess. 
But how else to explain the fact that she proceeded to tell many people such libelous and damaging lies about me, my sobriety, my sanity, my reputation as an actress, the veracity of my illness and the legitimacy of my non-profit organization?

I can't go into further detail, for many reasons. But lets just leave it at: this woman did everything in her power to destroy the very things in life I've worked hardest for. The things I hold most dear.
Jenny. Jenny. Jenny. 
You went way too far.
You should NOT have made up such horrible, blatant lies about my sobriety.
You should not have made whatever you wanted and claimed it as truth.

You’re very, very lucky I’m not suing you. 
When you spread lies about my sobriety, you potentially negatively impacted my book sales.
When you make up hideous shit and claim it’s “insider scoop” from a beloved, Oscar nominated comedian, you potentially negatively impact my career.
Unlike you, I work for a living. 
You are a lying, stealing, con-artist who’s spent a nice chunk of time in jail for embezzlement.
I hear one more word out of you about me or anything I’ve spent my life busting my ass to build, I will call my attorney.
And I will sue you.

My management team is reaching out to your famous "friends" right now.

I’m from the midwest too, bitch. I throw down just as hard as you. And I’m sane.
I win.


Looking into the Belly of the Beast

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Belly of the Beast (definition) - To be in a dangerous place.

This has been an incredibly challenging blog post for me to write. I've gone back and forth for weeks, so torn. I considered not writing it at all, or waiting until much later, but I know I can't truly move on until it's out there. I've only told close friends and family, because I still wasn't certain if I wanted to share it publicly at all.

I decided to do so, because even though it's quite harrowing and painful, very personal and deeply humbling, I honestly believe it may give hope to those who need it...People who don't think they can get through terrible events and stay sober. But mostly, I wrote this for people in recovery from opiates who find themselves in a situation where they must take them.  I want them to know that it's possible - that if care is taken, relapse isn't inevitable.


Many of you already know of my should-be-dead experience I had due to my addiction to opiate medication (My tummy blew up in London). If you don't, please get GUTS. Seriously, you can buy it used for 4 bucks. I'm not trying to sell it to you, I was paid handsomely 21/2 yrs ago, and I'll never see another dime. The days of Oprah throwing her weight behind a book & shooting it from #40,000 to #1 on bestseller list are over. Now she's doing important work, like following freshly rehabbed actresses around with camera crews.
But I digress.

The point is, I survived one massive, horrific health disaster, I learned my lesson and got sober. Phew! Dodged that bullet.
At the time I guess I just assumed we each had to survive one massive health disaster in our lifetime. (Until of course, after age 75, when all bets are off.) 
Oh, you silly, silly girl. How wrong you were. What, you thought Bad Health was like lightening? That it couldn't possibly strike the same person more than once?
Bad Health doesn't care how hard you try to be a good person, or whether or not you're sober, or that you try to help others or even that you eat your fucking wheaties every day.
Bad Health finds all these efforts amusing, and even kind of adorable. Because he knows he can hit your life with the force of a hurricane without breaking a sweat, whenever the mood strikes him. A flick of his fingers shatters your little life into oblivion within seconds. 

It's early August, 2013.
Without warning I'm felled by some mystifying illness that causes me to be to weak to walk, or hold my own head up. I wear a neck brace and weep with dread at the thought of having to get up to pee. I  can't walk to the pet store around the corner without constantly sitting on a stoop until the painful lactic acid in my legs dissipates.  But onward I push, glancing at a reflection in a store window, thinking "Oh, look at that poor old lady" before I realize it's me.
I'm scared.
Just a few weeks before I was a relatively healthy, pretty happy, young(ish) woman who'd been through some tough shit and finally loved myself and was proud of my very busy life as a sober person. Now, I'm a terrified bedridden bag of skin and bones.
I see the finest specialists in Manhattan and then Los Angeles. Neurologists, Hematologists, Infectious Disease Specialists, Allergists, Endocrynologists, Epidemiologists, Immunologists, Rhuematologists. Some many times. 
I'm tested for every disease known to man.
I even go to the Mayo Clinic for 2 weeks, where I'm subjected to endless and agonizingly painful tests.
Yet still no diagnosis.

The lowest point is when I'm back home and a kindly Neurologist looks at my Mayo file and says "Kristen, I'm sorry. You might need to begin accepting that this is what the rest of your life will be like."

46 years old. Bedridden. Unable to feed my own dog or shampoo my own hair.
I consider killing myself but lack the energy.

Finally, begrudgingly, I see Dr number 18, Daniel Wallace. He looks at my recent blood work and instantly diagnoses me with a rare form of Lupus, Lupus Myelitis. Only 1-2% of all Lupus patients have this form, which is where your immune system begins attacking your spinal cord.

I find out much later that if I'd waited even a few more weeks, odds are I'd have been a paraplegic. 
After a week in the hospital, and infusions of steroids, chemo and IVIG, I begin to be able to hold my own head up. Within a few weeks I'm back at work, and by our shows hiatus in February I was slowly starting to feel like me again.
It doesn't even cross my mind until my mother says something, much later....that not once, in all those Dr's offices, through all that despair and terror--Never once did it occur to me to ask any of them for painkillers.

I had looked into the Belly of the Beast and survived, sober.
Phew! Dodged another bullet. Miracle! Who dodges two medical should-be-dead disasters?

 If only I'd known that Bad Health had simply fired the first salvo. A warning shot. He was far from done with me.


In late May, a few weeks before work began again, and just as I was beginning to feel as though I was truly over the terrible hump, I fell while hiking.
I had no idea that due to the incredible amount of steroids I'd been infused with to help treat my Lupus, my bones had become very porous & brittle. Someone may have mentioned this to me, but with all the reams of information I'd been given about my disease, I clearly didn't retain this little tidbit. Oh, how I wish I had.

Instead, I walked with Pinky near the Hollywood sign, enjoying my newfound gift of wellness and energy. It was magic hour, so we finally sat on a mound not far from my car, and enjoyed the sunset. I thought about work, and how I couldn't wait to arrive on set feeling great, my old energy back. I was so happy to be alive.

Before I knew it, it was dark, but I wasn't worried. I'd wisely left my hazards on, and Pinky and I confidently strolled the final 50 feet or so back to the car. That's when I stepped into nothingness.
I fell at least 3 stories on to a flat grassy knoll that might as well have been cement. After I caught my breath, I knew I was hurt, badly. My left arm jostled about, clearly badly broken. I could barely breathe. Everything hurt. I knew I was in terrible trouble, but didn't yet know that in addition to shattering my upper arm bone, I had broken my collarbone, shoulder blade, pelvis, foot, and nine of my ribs. I had also punctured my lungs.

 All other hikers had long since wisely departed, and were likely enjoying a spaghetti dinner surrounded by loved ones.
No one knew I was here. My roommate David didn't know, I'd told no one.
Despite an enormous cell tower mocking me from the nearest hilltop, my phone had no reception. I had a brief, hopeful fantasy of Pinky finding the nearest house and pawing madly on the door, barking until the owners followed  her into the pitch black night. But that hope was soon dashed. Pinky is many things, sadly she's no Lassie. 
I screamed for help, over and over and over until I passed out. I came to and screamed some more. I did this for three hours. Finally, out of mad desperation I began scooping twigs with my right arm into a small pile next to me. I shakily took out my lighter, intent to set the mound  ablaze. I never considered that I would likely go up in flames as well. A huge, idiotic funeral pyre. Shock, pain and the will to survive seemed to drain all common sense.

Thankfully, before I set fire to the Hollywood sign, the Hollywood Hills, and myself, I heard a far away "HELLOOOO?"

"Yes!!!!" I screamed, hoarse and desperate "Helloooo!!!! I'm hurt, call 911!!!"
The voice came closer.
"My friend has already gone home to call 911. We found Blinky wandering the neighborhood looking lost! He's so sweet!"

And for reasons I'm still baffled by, this is the moment I decide to be a snotty twat. 
"It's Pinky"I corrected him "And she's a girl!"
silence.
Oh no. I blew it. Dammit. Now my incredibly slender corpse would be found by hikers in a month. 

Twenty minutes later, I heard the familiar whoosh of helicopter blades, followed by the sirens of two fire tucks and an ambulance. The helicopter hovered just above me, shining it's impossibly bright light on me and blowing my funeral pyre pile all over me. I'd still be picking twigs and grass and brambles out of my hair a week later.
The next while is a blur, mostly due to the extreme agony I was in. I know I was loaded into a stretcher, which jostled my arm and caused me to  pass out. I wasn't sure if I was taken to the hospital by the helicopter or the ambulance, but I told people I was flown. It sounds cooler. Sadly, I recently learned it was ambulance, only after receiving an extraordinarily hefty bill from the ambulance company.

The next things I remember are brief moments of horrible lucidity, followed by darkness, with no comprehension of the passage of time.

I woke up in the ER, to a nurse screaming my name.
I soon found out all ER personnel scream at you, even if it's something like "Can you wiggle your toes?"
Because of the extreme volume of their voices, and the nature of their questions, instead of "MISS JOHNSTON WHO CAN WE CALL FOR YOU?" It sounds like they're saying "YOU ARE A STUPID, IDIOTIC ASSHOLE. WE HATE YOU."
I begin blubbering, passing out, blubbering again. Like a four year old.
"MISS JOHNSTON WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE" Is their favorite refrain.
Blubber.
Agony.
As they coldly slice my clothes off me, I manage to gasp "My dog...Pinky" and they tell me she's being taken care of at the firehouse. The shock is wearing off, and now I'm overwhelmed with pain, everywere. Somehow, knowing Pinky's okay combined with unbearable pain inspires me to turn to a nurse and with absolute sincerity, beg her to kill me.
Big mistake.
A horrible, mean Dr. suddenly demands "MISS JOHNSTON, WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?"
Fury overrides everything else, and I recall looking at him with such disgust and coldness I'm fairly certain his penis didn't work properly for weeks. "Doctor" I gasp  "If I wanted to kill myself, trust me,  I'd be on a very different table right now. I certainly wouldn't have jumped 40 feet with my dog wandering lost and my fucking hazards on."

I never saw him again.
I passed out, only to be rudely awakened by a different Dr shouting "MISS JOHNSTON, WE HAVE TO FLIP YOU ON YOUR SIDE TO INSERT AN EPIDURAL."
Oh, no no no no. I begged them not to. No one yet knew 9 ribs were broken. All I knew was my body was not to be touched, and certainly not flipped!
Despite my pleas, they flip me.
Stars. A searing hurt ripped through me unlike any I'd ever felt, and I couldnt breathe.

After an endless few moments, they flipped me back.
I tried to catch my breath.
When a Dr leaned in to scream "NOW THAT WASN'T SO BAD WAS--" I punched him.
Immediately a nurse leans in "MISS JOHNSTON WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR--" and I slapped her.
Thankfully, for everyone's safety, I finally fully pass out.
I wake up 2 days later in a hospital bed.

When I recall my antics in the ER, I feel terrible.
But as awful as the bedside manner of the ER staff was (each of whom I'm eternally grateful to for SAVING MY LIFE), the nursing staff of Cedars Sinai are all extraordinary people. I'm not kidding. Every single nurse is smart, kind and sweet.
It turns out I'd had to have surgery to screw a plate to hold all the broken bits of my arm together. But quite honestly, I didn't give a shit about my arm.
Or my pelvis or my shoulderblade or my collarbone or my foot.
How could I? All I thought about were my 9 broken ribs.

The pain was so profound, they summoned a small, elite team of Anesthesiologists trained in the delicate art of blocking nerves. This is a relatively new practice, not yet available in every hospital. A few men who's names escaped me came in with a sonogram machine, and after finding the clusters of nerves between each broken rib, insert a needle and numb them.

The relief is instant, like jumping into a cool lake on the hottest day of the year. I loved these men as deeply as I've ever loved anyone else. They came every twelve hours to kill the pain, which helped me take far less pain medication. Every single Dr and Nurse knew of my history with addiction, I told them all. 

On the second day, my beloved Lupus Doctor, Dr. Daniel Wallace, came by. He excitedly told me that all my blood work indicates that my Lupus is in full remission!
I really didn't care about that at the moment, but his enthusiasm was so infectious I managed a smile and said "That's great!"
"Great? It's more than great! It's incredible, and it means your body will heal that much faster!"

It was a brutal few days, but I finally wobbled down the hallway (with a cane), and was deemed good enough to recover at home.
My assistant, Holly would live with me (my roommate was out of town) and dole out any pain medications.
I had two weeks before "The Exes" began again, and wanted to do everything humanly possible to be 100% by then. I'd put these people through enough with my Lupus bullshit. I worked with a physical therapist almost every day, and by the end of the first week home I'd triumphantly flushed the remaining painkillers down the toilet.

I'd done it. I'd looked into the belly of the beast & survived. 
Again.

But Bad Health had another trick up his sleeve, and like the overwrougt finale to a 4th of July Fireworks, it was the most majestically awful of all.
Just a week before work began, I noticed a very weird feeling in my arm. It wasn't pain, as much as it felt wrong. I mentioned it to the physical therapist, and she moved my arm around a bit. "It's probably just healing."
But the next day it was far worse. It felt like my arm was disintegrating. For three days I walked around in a mixture of terror, pain, and light-headedness.

Oh no. I called Holly to take me to the ER, and the X-ray revealed not only had my plate popped off, but I'd actually re-fractured my arm.
The Ortho intern was incredulous "You've been walking around like this for three days?"
All I was worried about was work. "I have to, have to be at work by Wednesday. Whatever you do, do it now."
Friday they rushed me back into surgery, where a rod was drilled in, from my shoulder to my elbow. 

No problem. A little pain, nothing I haven't dealt with before.

Except Saturday I woke up to the most screaming, evil agony I'd ever felt. They'd had to flay my arm entirely open, taking off the bicep, and screwing in a million screws. No painkiller touched this. I kept begging the nurses for "those nerve block guys" but they couldn't do it without permission of the pain management team.
And the pain team, for some reason, refused to call them. Instead, they loaded me, a known recovering Opiate addict, more and more painkillers. Oxycontin, Dilauded, Methadone, Ketamine. The most intense painkillers available.

All it did was create a wasted person in agony.

The worst hours of my life crawled by, minute by hellish minute, until at 3pm, Dr. Matthew Eng rushed in. I recognized him as one of the nerve block Doctors, and burst into tears.
"Oh I need your help so bad!"

He explained that one of the nurses called him. As he did this, he was jamming a needle into my neck, slowly blocking the nerve clusters that ran down my arm.
Sweet, sweet relief. 
The relief of being lost at sea for weeks and finally seeing a coast guard helicopter.
The relief of finding out your loved one hadn't been on the plane that crashed.
It just courses through you, and overjoys you. The pain is gone.

Dr. Eng wasn't on call that long weekend, but he gave me his cell phone & insisted I text whenever I needed him. I'm not proud to admit I texted him every six hours, as soon as I felt that terrible white hot agony building. And, like clockwork, within 10 minutes he'd be there.

I'll never forget what this kind man did for me. We forged a friendship, and he's become inspired to begin a program of teaching residents about addiction, and how nerve blockers can really help someone like me. I've been invited to speak at a huge conference Cedars holds every year, to educate the Drs and residents about the disease of addiction.

This time, leaving the hospital, I insisted they give me enough pain medicine for 5 days, no refills. It worked out perfectly.

Two days out of the hospital I showed up at work with a huge ugly scar & a sling, limping slightly. But I showed up, goddammit.

In the long run, I know that this most horrible of years has given me countless gifts, many of which I have yet to discover or understand.

But today, I know a few very important things I didn't know before. I know I need to learn how to take care of myself better, and stop trying to save the broken or lost. I need to show myself the same love I shower on others.
I know I can survive a shitload.
I know that there is nothing more beautiful than a nurse and Dr who actually care.

And I understand something about my addiction. Now that Im no longer in emotional pain, opiates worked on me just like they do on everyone else. Because they were taken for right reasons: to help with physical pain.

I'm not saying I'm cured. But I am saying it's possible to look into the belly of the beast not one, not two, but THREE times in one year, and stay sober.



UPDATE

I'm truly blown away by the overwhelming amount of positive responses I've gotten here, as well as on Face Book & Twitter.
I sincerely wish I could thank each of you personally, but that would be impossible. So please know I've read every response I could, and am so grateful for your lovely words. (Except for Fran, who tweeted that as soon as I'm well she's going to punch me in the face for hiking so late, like I don't already deeply regret my idiocy.)

I felt the need to let you guys know a few things...
Many of you have asked how I'm doing today, and I'm happy to report that, all things considered, I'm doing pretty damn good. I began work back at The Exes  2 days out of the hospital, which was challenging the first few weeks, but I think (hope) I've delivered. The scripts just get better & better, so even if I feel yucky, I damn well am gonna turn it ON for the cameras. It's my favorite non-theater job I've ever had, and I honestly think it's every bit as well-written and special as 3rd Rock was. The best part is, I've lived through enough to fully appreciate it... I'm well aware that, as a 46 year old non-facelifted woman, a great role in a brilliant show with people you adore doesn't come by every day. (Or pretty much ever.)

So, I'm healing well. I have a huge motherfucking scar on my left arm, which has been kind of amusing. I've found that when people stare at it in a store all I gotta say are these two words: "Bar fight" and they immediately scurry. Evil,  I know, but I have to amuse myself somehow.

Oh, alright...since you asked so nicely...here it is. (I'm holding a gorgeous crystal butterfly my spectacular friend Steph gave me last week after the taping of the show. Oh, and yes, I'm totally fucking crying, it was one of the loveliest gifts I've ever gotten.)


PRETTY, right? The butterfly, of course. My arm, not so much.

I shared the blog with Dr. Eng, who has decided not only to work on a narcotic reduction program at the Hospital, but also just reported to me that they have recently doubled the number of fellows training to do nerve blocks.
(He was also very flattered, as he damn well should be.)

Many of you have written how strong I am to have made it through all this, and without relapsing. However, I beg to differ. As anyone faced with medical challenges will tell you- you simply do what you fucking have to.

In terms of not relapsing? I believe it has everything to do with the length of time I've spent in recovery, combined with the fact that everyone in my life and at the hospital were well aware that my sobriety matters more to me than almost anything else. 
I literally couldn't bear the thought of disappointing my family, my friends, my co-workers, all of you guys, but especially myself.
It's not strength. I'm simply a woman who, despite having a shitty year health-wise, loves her life. Since I'm no longer self-medicating my depression and I'm simply no longer interested in being "Other," Opiates hold no appeal for me. 
FOR NOW. I'm WELL aware that could change tomorrow, but that's where it stands at the moment.

 A few of you were disappointed that I didn't give the finger from my hospital bed.  Silly people...did you really think I wouldn't?



FINALLY....

I know this isn't some goddamn award show,  and I encourage you to read only if on the tiolet or bored. (Or both.)

I just really wanted to say a public thank you to every single person involved with the Exes, from TVLand, to the compassionate crew (led by the amazing Rusty), to the truly generous and patient cast...what an extraordinary group you are.  I love you all.

But a few deserve some special props:

Mindy Shultheis, one of the executive producers of The Exes. She was astonishing, tirelessly calling the finest specialists in Los Angeles, even coming with me to several appointments.  She basically "produced" my diagnosis. But I'm most grateful to her because when I was truly at my Lupus bottom, she convinced me to see one last Doctor, Dr. Daniel Wallace. They both saved my life.

Mark Reisman and all the writers of The Exes. These geniuses, led by the head writer & show's creator, Mark, did the impossible. Their lead actress got ill two weeks before production started, and they had to basically scrap an entire season's worth of storylines and write around my illness. They never knew, from one week to the next, if I'd be well enough to shoot or not. NOT ONCE did they blame me, or make me feel bad or guilty. (Even though I managed to do that to myself.) I'm dazzled at the incredible comedy they managed to come up with on the fly.

Sheryl and Paula, the two extraordinary souls from The Exes wardrobe department. Sheryl had to dress me lying down more than once, and put up with lots of weeping and feeling sorry for myself.  Paula's small acts of kindness stun me. (The other day, she knew I was having a rough day, so she placed a white rose in a water bottle in my car.) Shit like that. Plus Paula might actually love Pinky more than I do, and lets Pinky fart up her office while I'm rehearsing.

Holly Atkins, an actress & makeup artist who moonlights as my assistant. She went above & beyond the call of duty for me, and has done so many lovely things for me I tear up just thinking about it. One example? She and her boyfriend sat for HOURS with me in the ER. She's someone who forever has my respect & friendship & gratitude.

Last, but far from least, I need to try to put into words what my dear friend and housemate David Dieguez did for me. We thought it would be "fun" to live together in LA... little did he know what he was in for. Month after month, he has been there as a very independant woman suddenly became completely dependent. He did thousands of things for me, bringing me water, taking care of Pinky, cooking me food, all without complaint or even a secret eye-roll. He's also the one who came to the hospital and told me I needed to stop trying to save everyone else, start reflecting that goodness back into myself for a while.
I've never met a better person in my life, and I honestly don't know how I could have survived this year without his friendship.
The fact that he also does BRILLIANT hair is just icing on the cake. Want proof?



Thank you all. I love you.

KJo

GUTLESS.

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The original version of this blog was posted Tuesday, February 3, 2015. I kept it up a week, then took it down. I made my point, and I didn't want to have to read such nastiness on my own blog.

However,  it recently came to my attention that Bullyville, a renowned & very popular site that aggressively goes after cyberbullies & pedophiles has now focused on my cyberbully...vinniespina.com

Mrs. Spina has apparently renewed her assaults on me on twitter, out of misplaced rage. 

Therefore, I have no choice but to re-post the below, with the original comments. I'm closing any new comments.

I hope someday twitter finds a way to better protect those that are there simply to laugh, talk to people, and discuss issues.

Until then, tread lightly, my smartasses.
*The twitter handles of these people have since changed.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

UPDATE: GUTLESS by Kristen Johnston

Warning: Materials included NOT for the faint of heart or those in possesion of any kind of soul.

This is not a story I want to tell, at ALL. In fact, I’d rather be doing something fun, like getting my arms chopped off.

It’s about a cyberbully.
More specifically, my experience with a cyberbully.

I’m a busy gal, I’ve been in this business a long time, and trust me, the last thing I care about is what people (especially those I don’t respect) think or say about me.
And when they’re hiding behind a fake name on twitter, I care even less.

However, after years of blocking and ignoring and reporting and blocking and ignoring this one particular situation, I’ve decided to finally address it,  for one reason only:
Because there’s one thing that’s even worse than when someone terrorizes you for no reason, completely determined to destroy anything that matters to you.  And that would be if a kid or someone with low self-esteem went through what I have… yet it happens every day.
No wonder people are killing themselves.
That’s why I decided to share my story. To say you’re not alone.

To be clear, this isn’t about mean comments. This isn’t something that you can block, ignore & it’ll go away. This is day after day, multiple accounts all created with the sole purpose of ruining your life.  This is about creating hate & porn-filled websites using a version of your name. This is multiple blogs filled with lies absolute lies about your reputation printed on a blog, as if they’re facts.

All of this, simply because I refused to block someone this woman hated.

The fact that this type of slander and disgusting terrible lies were allowed to continue while Twitter sat by, barely lifting a finger to help…it blows my mind. 

I dunno, but if someone is consistently proven to be a terrible scourge who tries to destroy people and twitter suspends them…how on earth are they allowed to create dozens of different accounts that same day, and continue on with their behavior?

I never wanted anything bad to happen to this woman. 
I JUST WANTED HER TO STOP.

Now, I certainly don’t blame bullies or terrible people on Twitter. I’m well aware there are shitty people everywhere. But when Twitter doesn’t enforce it’s own TOS, or take real, true, proven cyberbullies seriously..most people feel Twitter doesn’t give a shit about them, as long as the promoted ads are running, who cares about anything else.

Which is why pretty soon it’ll just be the loons left, after they’ve forced everyone else to leave. 
Unless Twitter changes how they navigate the sickening behavior I describe below…

For Many years I've advised others to block cyberbullies & trolls. I still believe this is wisest & most effective, and I’ve done the same. However, in this one particular case I learned the hard way that it served to only exacerbate the issue, because for the past 2 1/2 years, I’ve been trashed and bullied by a disbarred lawyer/housewives blogger named Vincenza Spina and more recently, her cohorts-especially a gentleman named Brandon King, a self-proclaimed hacker who has multiple arrests and a long documentation of criminal behavior.

These two and a few of their pals have spread terrible lies about me and many others with abandon and zero regard to the truth. There are countless victims in their wake. 

Ms. Spina alone has caused many innocent people to leave Twitter. As far as I’m aware, she’s tried (and in a few cases succeeded) to destroy people’s careers & hurt their families. She’s called their bosses, made outrageous claims of illegal and immoral behavior they’ve supposedly done, accused them of harassing her, reported many to the IRS, released old, sealed arrest records (which she’s not above doctoring), posted peoples names and addresses, and in many cases (including mine) accused people of pedophilia or supporting it. She and Mr. King adore that one.

Until yesterday, I've never said one word about them publicly on twitter. I've only mentioned them in DM's in support of some victims of theirs who've reached out to me.

Before I go any further, I think it’s important to give you just a small taste if what I’ve been navigating for the past few years. Here's a twitter conversation that took place just a few days ago between Ms. Spina (she is currently @Buk_WheatMedia @BuckWheet) & Mr. King (currently @PirateLabCorp, @Psycho_Loyler)

A few helpful tidbits: 

*I’m “KJo”
*The 'LOLyer' they refer to is my own lawyer, a gentleman I was finally forced to hire in November after Ms. Spina crossed the line by posting my private emails to another party that she altered to suit her purposes on her "entertainment" blog trashing me. 
*The “Uniballer” is my friend Ed, a victim of testicular cancer. 
*Queenz Of Media is my friend Grace, a brilliant transgendered woman they accuse of being Michael Johnson, an alleged black prostitute with AIDS. She is white, doesn’t have aides, and her birth name was not Michael Johnson.
*Both Ed & Grace are among the very few who are unafraid of these people.

Since some of the following don’t seem to be posting, I also wrote them here…(joy)
These are from Brandon King to Faux:

*Kristen Johnson (sic) is friends with Michael Johnson aka QueenzOf Media a convicted  
  Pedophile, prostitute & admitted drug user.

*She uses a transgendered prostitue @QueenzOf Media to target people including children.

*She's too stupid to realize all her dms are avail through subpoena, when that gets out she'll 

  prolly end up in jail.

*She can't even get a bit part on TV. She's washed up. The End.


*She fails at everything apparently


*That washed-up D-list actress is a whack job.


*I bet Michael & his buddies have gang bangs on KJo.


*You gotta know KJo loves slobbing on Michaels Knob. EWW! That is one rank human being.


*That washed up D-list actress needs to get back on drugs, might help her personality cus she's    

  digusting sober. LOL.

*20 years later no one cares about her except trannies, trolls and the dregs of society, she's a 

  winner, derp.

*If it wasn't for John Lithgow no 1 would even know who she is or care she sucked on that  
 show anyway, every1 hated her character.

*Mostly cus her character was actually just her cus she can't act, she rode Lithgow dick to

  minor celebrity.

*Meh she's not a fraud she's a scumbag, she should have done the world a favor an OD'ed. She 
  sucks as an actress and a human being.

Here are a few of Vincenza Spina aka Faux aka @Buk_WheatMedia’s tweets:

*She surrounds herself with addictive personalities, easily influenced & tells them who to 
  follow, what to think & who to attack. 

*She's the ring leader. Her emails & DM's will be #Gold


*She keeps it under wraps by sending Cyst & Desease letters (Faux's adorable lawyer-speak for 

  Cease & Desist letters) to try to quiet legit stories mainstream picks it up. #BAAAAAM
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Now, while I may suck as an actress, as an addict in recovery who celebrated my 8th year of sobriety in March,  someone wishing I’d overdosed is truly the lowest form of humanity there is. Especially coming from a gentleman with a well-documented  history of drug issues himself.
Regardless of the terrible things he’s said about me, I would never wish death upon him.

It’s also worth noting that I’ve done nothing to incite this rage.

Also, as many can attest, I’ve often DMed their other victims who were angrily tweeting about them & asked them to stop. 
That it's WHAT THEY WANT, and I don't want good people turning into hideous venomous hateful creatures. 
Let's leave that to them. 

In fact, these people would be quite surprised to know that I'm far from the "leader" of this "movement" against them. I certainly hope my DM's are "subpoenaed." Though the idea that either of these creatures would take me to court is laughable…for what? 

"Your honor, this woman has dared to defend herself against the multitude of lies & years of harrassment we've spread against her. HOW DARE SHE???!!"


Now, I admit I'm deeply flawed.

I don't know much, but I am positive about these things:
I'm loyal to a fault, 
I would never intentionally harm anyone, 
I try never to lie and I can't stand it when other people do.

THE BEGINNING


About four years ago, I was new to social media and was being  harassed by someone who couldn’t understand why I couldn't cure him of his addiction. I had no clue how best to handle it, so I mentioned it to an actress friend of mine who had more social media knowledge than I. She instantly said she said she had the perfect person,  a woman who was an expert and ran a wonderful anti-cyberbullying site in her spare time.


That's how I met Kitty.

I liked her immediately, and eventually became email friends. Kitty had fantastic advice as to how to navigate this sort of thing...the best way to report to twitter, law enforcement, etc. Because this gentleman was somewhat of an ongoing issue, and I ended up having a few other undesirables over the years,  I happily compensated her for her time, wisdom and effort. 
I also donated to her anti-cyber bullying site, providing her interviews, allowing her to use my name & photo to promote her work....and, I tweeted about her & her site quite often.

That's when the lovely Vincenza Spina entered. 


VINCENZA LEONELLI SPINA


She went by the handle @FauxRealityEnt then (she’s had many name changes since), who wrote a housewives blog (which at the time, was fairly popular). From now on, I'll refer to her as Faux.


Here’s why Faux began focusing on me. We interacted a few times right after I was on WWHL when GUTS 1st came out. She seemed okay, if a bit nasty, and I tried reading her blog but I don’t watch the Housewives and had no clue who anyone was. Plus, it was poorly written and seemed incredibly mean-spirited. 

Shortly after a tweet where I once again mentioned Kitty’s site, Faux began demanding I denounce Kitty and her husband as pedophiles. She had PROOF. 
I told Faux that I could’t do that. Kitty had done a great job for me, and that's all I knew of her. 
Faux kept insisting this woman raped kids, blah blah blah….

Kitty would write me daily in hysterics, so deeply traumatized by what Faux was doing to her. I felt just awful for her.
So I blocked Faux.  I guess she didn’t appreciate that so much.

Thus began her campaign of lies & hate against me. I kept hearing from people that she was constantly tweeting me cruel shit & writing derogatory blogs abt me on her website, accusing me of “SUPPORTING A KNOWN PEDOPHILE,” of being bi-polar, a bully, a psycho, that I’ve relapsed, that my charity is just a front to swindle $$, that I trash everyone, I’m a hypocrite & she can prove it (she never has) and that I have no career (which, coming from a disbarred attorney to a working actress is pretty amusing.) Nothing was off limits: my sobriety, the truthfulness of my book, my intentions behind helping other addicts.

I never read them, I’d just hear about them.
I never once responded.
I never said one word about her on Twitter until yesterday.
In fact, I never even reported Faux to twitter until a few months ago, in November. 
And that was only because I had to.

Soon, I began to learn that I was far from her first victim. In fact, I soon discovered that over the years this woman’s been on social media, people of ALL ages have been forced to suffer an ungodly nightmare brought upon them by Ms. Spina, a woman they’d never met. Careers destroyed. Children used as pawns of retribution & put in harms way. People’s names & home addresses posted.  Terrible lies. Pathetic accusations. So much terrible suffering.
All caused by this one person on twitter, and the few others who support her. 

Now, I'm a big girl.  People have every right to have whatever opinion they want about me.

But lying? Defaming?  Trying to get me fired? That’s another story. 
I'm sick to death of sitting silently by as these losers spend every minute of their unhappy lives spewing their noxious venom all over me & everything I've worked so hard for.

Which  is why, after careful consideration, I  decided to finally share my story of cyberbullying. This is my truth. No one else's.

Yesterday, I asked my lawyer if what's been happening to me all these years could be considered cyber-bullying. He replied:
"Cyber bullying is defined as harrassing or posting mean messages about or to a person online.  In your case, there have not only been malicious messages placed online about you via Twitter, there have been lengthy, untruthful and slanderous blogs defaming your person, character, employment and cruelly questioning your general concern to help others without any merit whatsoever.
To clarify, these online blogs and articles claim the exact opposite of what you do which is help people.
The online postings, blogs and articles paint you in and untruthful negative light solely for these losers to make themselves feel better and disparage someone for no reason whatsoever.
Therefore, I would certainly say that you are a victim of cyber bullying. In the process of cyber bullying you they have defamed you as well."
So, there you have it. I'm being cyber-bullied. 
Sadly, I'm far from alone.

I'm not talking about the guy who wished death on you because you tweeted you hate country music. Or the woman who says really mean stuff about you. Or that high school classmate who can't seem to stop subtweeting about you.

Not that they aren't charmers, those li'l bully-wannabes. These are people you block and never look back.
I’m referring to someone from Facebook or Twitter who is absolutely determined to do everything they can to destroy your REAL life, your family, your career, your children and anything else you care about.


Back to Kitty. I tried to help her, (mostly just supporting her emotionally, and I did think what Faux was doing to her was unbelievably malicious) and when she claimed to be flat broke & begged me to help pay the retainer for an attorney who “said she had a slam dunk case of defamation against Faux,” I decided to send her the 2 grand. I even made an email appeal to others to help if they could. (Quite a few did.) More on this in a second.

Then, due to Lupus, I left twitter. I told Kitty I'd done all I possibly could for her, but that I had to deal with my dire health issues. She seemed to understand.

But 3 months later I learned she still hadn’t hired an attorney. I asked for a grand back, telling her she could keep the other half. She said something about having spent it all on her husband’s medical bills. Ok. Whatever. 
I wrote her back, saying that I understood. Could she at least email me a tax-deductible receipt, and I’d consider it a donation to her anti-bullying site?
“ABSOLUTELY”
I never got it.

I came back on on twitter briefly, long enough for another woman to DM me (private message) saying Kitty was trashing me behind my back & she went into details. I was astonished. I replied something like "I can't believe it! After all I've done for her...I've supported her with this Faux thing, plugged her site. I've even given her like 8 grand over the years!"
(I pulled this amount out of my ass. It could be more, could be less. I paid her many times in many different increments. Plus, the 2 grand for the “lawyer fees")

I soon left twitter again to treat my Lupus and to get away from all the toxicity.
That’s when, unbeknownst to me, Faux somehow got her hands on these DM exchanges, tweeted them & started writing blogs saying I accused Kitty of conned me out of 8 grand, etc. I had NO clue about any of this. I was off twitter, in the hospital at time.

Kitty (who never emailed me about this) apparently took the fact that I didn’t defend her publicly as….I don’t know…..as some sort of permission to betray me? I don’t know.

All I do know is Kitty ended up sending Faux many of our email exchanges. She’s publicly admitted this. The most ironic part is they were all written trying to support her.
I guess she did this to get Faux’s attention off of her & on to me?  Good for her, she was successful. Hope that feels good.

Someone would always send me the links to Faux’s blogs and (like all of her tweets) I never read them. 
However, I would immediately forward the link to a dear friend of mine, ex-FBI agent who’s now a cyber bully expert.

Every single time, year after year, month after month, he’d say the same thing to me: “It’s not against the law to write mean stuff.  Just ignore.”
Cool. I did so, happily.
I have better things to do than pay attention to some squawking asshole trashing me.

Then, for some reason, in November, Faux decided to kick it up about 300 notches. (I think she was reported by someone & assumed it was me?) She apparently wrote yet another lengthy, scathing & full of bullshit blog on her website about me, which I dutifully sent to my friend, expecting the same old response. Therefore I was shocked when he immediately wrote me back saying “Kristen, you need to get a lawyer. Now.”


To this day I still haven’t read this blog, but know a lot about it. In it, Faux decided to not only eviscerate me & my charity, but also accused me of being Bipolar, the most despised bully on Twitter (seriously, you gotta laugh at that one), a liar, a drunk, among many other things. She cced my bosses at TV Land & The Exes (Who have been well aware of her lunacy for a some time.)

So I hired a wonderful lawyer, a decent, kind, & tenacious man who had dealt with Faux before. He's been AMAZING.  He’s written a C & D letter to Ms Spina & her attorney hubby demanding they take the offending blog down, which she rejected in a ridiculous & truly hilarious manner. (Don’t worry, you’ll see for yourself soon enough.)

But oopsies. She made a very dumb move (especially for a former lawyer) and chose not only to post in her blog some of the private emails between myself & Kitty, but she posted them completely RE-WRITTEN.


This was obvious, as quite a few others had been sent the same exact email a year previous & had the original email. It was also proven by some computer expert on one of the many anti-Faux blogs that exist now.
Plus, I can spell, she can’t.


Here's mine, followed by what Faux altered & posted on her blog:

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What Faux & Mr. King don't know is that my "LOLyer" has nothing to do with getting their many twitter accounts shut down. This is due to their many other victims, as well a wonderful friend of mine who happens to work at twitter, and he’s shown twitter legal department the years of torment they’ve spewn on me, and mostly dozens of others. He refers to it as “Whack a troll." 
Day after day, more of the same people create dozens of accounts with the same evil objective, are shut down, and instantly create yet more accounts  the whole thing begins again. They also took my twitter handle & made a disgusting porn site. I’m beyond over it.  
I JUST WANTED THE BLOG WITH THE ALTERED EMAILS REMOVED.
Here are a few from Faux & Brandon last week.
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Here's where they try to embezzle me out of 10 grand to "buy back" the hate blog kjothesmartass.com
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Faux claims she has “tons” of dirt on me, many emails & texts & DMs proving what an insane bipolar narcissist I am, and they will be enough to put the final nail in my ruined    career. (which, coming from a gal who doesn’t have one herself to someone who actually works is kinda ironic, no?) 
Regardless, they never appear.

She’s tried desperately to get any news outlet to pay attention to her, has giddily bragged about all her “contacts” at this or that entertainment outlet, and often tweets about how me, or this or that celeb will freak out when her story on them runs in the very near future. 
They never appear.

The reality is, I happen to know that many of these editors & writers do whatever they can to avoid her, ignoring her many pleas to contact her about her “dirt” on people.

So many lies. So many empty threats. 
She has also threatened many times to post my attorneys’ Ceast & Desist letter.
Let me save her the trouble. 
I've included the C & D letter below, as well as her response. I am sure Faux and her cohort will do everything they can to try and discredit it or spin it to their benefit.

However rest assure this is the God’s honest truth and whatever lies or stories they write in response to this blog are exactly that, lies, a spinning of the truth and just another act of online bullying and harassment to achieve their goal to defame and hurt me.   

I hope they do...every single disgusting lie they tweet & blog is being closely watched, and all they do is dig themselves in deeper & deeper. The most interesting part? All of this has been out of my control for a while now. It is all in the hands of people far wiser & more powerful than I.

There's more. Much more. But I don't have the stomach to repeat it.
As God is my witness, every single word above is 100% the goddamn truth.
Thank you for reading.

Sincerely,

Kristen Johnston
aka @kjothesmartass


Here is the Cease & Desist letter sent to Vincenza Spina aka Faux Reality Entertainment:




December 3, 2014


VIA EMAIL: 


Fr Entertainment, LLC d/b/a FauxRealityEntertainment.com and 
Patrick Spina (Registered Agent) and
Vicenza Leonelli Spina (Owner and Operator)
2186 Linwood Ave
Fort Lee, NJ 07024

Re:CEASE AND DESIST of the posting of false and defamatory articles and blogs pertaining to Actress and Writer Kristen Johnston
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Patrick and Vicenza Leonelli Spina:

We are litigation counsel to Kristen Johnston. I am writing with regard to your blatantly false and defamatory blog written and posted on your website, fauxrealityentertainment.com, Twitter and other social media by you and your company. In addition, you intentionally, willfully and maliciously have taken my client’s private emails which you have no right or authority to possess and which you knew were altered by your online cohort named Kitty McCaffery (hereinafter referred to as “Kitty”) and subsequently published it so as to bolster your non-existent “proof” of Ms. Johnston’s non-existent negative behavior. All of your actions described herein violate Federal and State Laws and subject you to civil liability and potential criminal liability.

Ms. Spina:  THE ARTICLES YOU HAVE WRITTEN AND POSTED ABOUT MS. JOHNSTON ARE HIGHLY DEFAMATORY, COMPLETELY FALSE AND VIOLATE FEDERAL AND STATE LAW

 On November 15, 2014, you wrote and posted an article on your website, fauxrealityentertainment.com alleging that my client has a bipolar personality on social media”, “inserts herself into controversy, promotes and encourages her followers to engage in Twitter warfare in an effort to commit bullying online” (insinuating she engages in cyber-bullying). Your article then attempts to include examples of this alleged behavior; however, it clearly includes incomplete and misleading information.

In February 2014, you wrote and posted several articles on your blog as well as Twitter stating Kristen Johnston knowingly supported and funded a website (RiseandStand.org. an anti-bullying website run by Kitty McCaffery), which you accuse instead profits off of victimsand commits cyber-bullying. This article further insinuates that my client was well aware that this was the purpose of the website, yet still participated in funding and supporting same. These articles and the statements contained therein are false, incomplete and misleading. They were made willfully and maliciously and knowingly solely to fuel your irrational desire to defame, cause harm to my client financially and in terms of her reputation.

Publication of these incomplete, misleading and totally untrue statements andinformation gives rise to liability for defamation since your presentation may imply an actionable and false assertion of facts. Ringler Associates Inc. v. Maryland Cas. Co. 80 Cal. App. 4th 1165, 1180, 96Cal Rptr. 2D 136, 149 (2002); see also, Milkovich v. Lorain Journal Co., 497 U.S. 1, 19, 110 S. Ct. 2695, 2706, 111 L. Ed. 2d 1, 18 (1990) (Incomplete facts may still imply false assertion of fact.) “Although the truth of an alleged libel may be proven as a complete defense, it is not a defense to show that a statement contained in a publication, if taken alone, is literally true, when other facts are omitted which plainly refute the false impression of the partial statement. A statement is not true or even substantially true if, by implication, an entirely untrue impression is made by the omission of part of the facts.”, Express Publishing Co. v. Gonzalez, 350 S.W. 2d 589, 592 (Tex. 1961); See also Toney v. WCCO Television, Midwest Cable and Satellite, 85 F. 3d 383, 392 (8th Cir. 1996) (recognizing cause of action for implied defamation where defendant omits important facts). 

Furthermore, it would be immaterial whether the story’s untrue assertions are made as statements of unequivocal fact or by innuendo and implication. In either case, substantial liability will arise since it is well established that “defamation by implication stems not from what is literally stated, but what is implied.” White v. fraternal Order of Police, 909 F.2d 512, 518 (D.C. Cir. 1990). A defendant in a libel case is accountable and liable “for what is insinuated as well as for what is stated explicitly.” Kapellas v. Kofman, 1 Cal. 3d 20, 33, 81 Cal.Rptr. 360 (1969). It is clear that you are writing and posting articles online via your website and other social media and blogs which clearly are false, misleading and are done with the specific intent of malice, willful reckless disregard for the truth and, most damaging, with the specific intent to cause harm to my client personally, as well as to her reputation, thus committing defamation with the intent to cause prospective economic damage to her career and reputation. 

Mr. and Mrs. Spina, as a former and current attorney, I am sure you are aware that publishing a story predicated on obvious biases which omits or buries key facts and/or makes misleading assertions cannot qualify as a “fair and true report” under California Civil Code §47(d). A newspaper report is “fair and true” if it captures “the substance and gist, the sting of the libelous charge”, and while an article need not track verbatim the underlying proceeding [posting or information] the numerous articles you have posted have deviated so far from reality, are so substantially different from the truth, and are neither fair nor true.  

Your companies have clearly crossed all legal, moral and ethical allowances established, therefore you have clearly overstepped all legal boundaries.  Colt Freedom Communications, Inc. 109 Cal. App. 4th 1551, 1558, 1 Cal Rptr. 3d 245,250 (2003).

Furthermore, to the extent you believe that simply by republishing another’s statements; you have no liability, you are mistaken. At common law, one who republishes a defamatory statement is deemed thereby to have adopted it and is therefore held liable. Khawar v. Globe International, Inc., 19 Cal. 4th 254, 276, 79 Cal Rptr. 2d 178, 191-192 (1998). Moreover, the fact that you take another’s postings and report them does not provide any privilege or safety for you and your companies either. See above references to case lawdiscussing “insinuations.”  Your articles clearly take incomplete postings and statements and you piece them together to suit your goals of defaming and harming many others, including my client;  this is defamation.

On your blog, @FauxReelMedia a/k/a Faux_Reality a/k/a @_Faux_Says, a/k/a you, Vincenza Spina have unlawfully possessed an email of my client which you knew your online cohort “Kitty” had altered. This heavily altered emailed contains false and misleading statements which you knowingly published to further defame my client, in violation of Federal and State law as explained more fully below.   

Based upon the foregoing, I am demanding you immediately retract, remove from your website/blog, Twitter account and other social media the articles, any blogs or tweet’s referring to my client which you have posted over the past two (2) years.  Your inflammatory accusations are intentional, willful and malicious.  They are causing my client substantial emotional distress, financial damage, and a negative impact to her reputation and career. 

My client has chosen to never engage publicly or cast aspersions toward you, despite years of your completely unwarranted attacks, hoping that you would simply stop your attacks; however, since it is clear you refuse to stop, Ms. Johnston, as well as her legal counsel and management team have finally decided she has no choice but to take action.

Should you fail to comply with this cease and desist demand, my client will avail herself of any and all legal and equitable remedies available to her.

Ms. Spina and Faux Reality Entertainment, FR Entertainment LLC:  THE ARTICLES AND TWEETS YOU ARE WRITING AND POSTING, AS WELL AS THE THREATS MADE TO MY CLIENT TO CAUSE FUTURE DAMAGE TO HER EMPLOYMENT AND REPUTATION CONSTITUTE CYBER HARASSMENT AND STALKING UNDER 18 U.S. CODE §2261A AND CALIFORNIA PENAL CODE §646.9 

Federal Law, 18 U.S. CODE §2261A and California Penal Code  §646.9 specifically prohibits a person from engaging in a course of conduct specifically aimed at intimidating and harassing an individual which causes or is reasonably expected to cause emotional distress to  another.

It is clear that your several intentionally misleading, inaccurate and incomplete articles, written and published over a lengthy course of time (at least two (2) years between your website and twitter postings), constitute and establish a clear level of intent and your desire to stalk, harass and cause substantial emotional harm and financial damage to my client.  This violates Federal and State law and constitute criminal conduct as per the Statutes language and definitions contained therein.

In addition, you have gone so far so as to intentionally and willfully take possession of my client’s emails, which you knew were altered by “Kitty” and publish them to create false impressions, statements and characterizations of my client’s opinions, desires and actions to further pursue your goal of defaming and harming my client. This is clearly prohibited by Federal and State Law and is criminal. 

Once again, I am demanding on behalf of my client that you immediately retract, remove and take off of your website, Twitter account and other social media the articles, blogs and statements you have posted about her within twenty-four (24) hours of receiving this letter.Your failure to do so will result in my client seeking any and all civil and criminal remediesavailable to her. 

YOUR POSTING OF MY CLIENT’S PHOTOGRAPHS AND ALTERING AND POSTING OF EMAILS VIOLATE FEDERAL CODE 17 USC §106, §501 AND RELATED SUBPARTS AND STATE COPYRIGHT LAWS
CALIFORNIA CIVIL CODE § 3344

The articles and postings you write, publish, and reproduce violate Federal and State copyright laws.  Specifically, Federal Law prohibits the copying and displaying of photographs and written documents without authorization.  See 17 U.S. Code §106, §501 and related subparts.  In addition, California Civil Code §3344 and the common law right of publicity specifically prohibit the copying and publishing of photographs and written documents without authorization from the publisher.  

In your articles and postings you are specifically using my client’s photographs and written documents without authorization which constitutes a violation of Federal and State copyright laws as noted above.  I am demanding that you immediately cease and desist from further publication of her photographs and email letters and remove same immediately from all your articles and online postings. My client is entitled to all damages associated with your use of the photographs and emails as well as all attorney’s fees and costs as per Federal and Statelaw. In addition, your unauthorized use of these photographs and emails may subject you to damages of $150,000 per violation. 

Demand is hereby made that you contact me within twenty-four (24) hours of receipt of this letter and confirm that (1) you will immediately cease and desist from further use of the photographs and emails; (2) remove all photographs and emails from your articles and postings on all social media; and (3) make a substantial payment to my client for her damages.

Again, your failure to comply with this demand will result in my client availing herself of any and all legal and equitable remedies available to her.  

Ms. Spina and Faux Reality Entertainment, FR Entertainment, LLC:  THE PUBLISHING OF YOUR FALSE AND DEFAMATORY ARTICLES VIOLATE THE COMMUNICATIONS DECENCY ACT 47 U.S. CODE § 230 AND SHOULD YOU NOT COMPLY WITH THIS DEMAND ALL SOCIAL MEDIA, REGISTRARS OF YOUR WEBSITE AND SERVER HOST OF YOUR WEBSITE AND BLOGS WILL BE CONTACTED TO REMOVE SAID ARTICLES,  POSTINGS AND BLOGS

The Communications Decency Act ("CDA") does not immunize a user of interactive computer services from a defamation claim arising out of her republication of statements authored by a third party, when the user knew or had reason to know of the falsity of those statements.  Stephen J. Barrett, et al. v. Ilena Rosenthal 9 Cal.Rpt.3d 142, A096451 (Cal. App. Crt., 1st App. Dist., October 15, 2003) reversed 40 Cal.4th 33, S 122953 (Cal. Sup. Ct., November 20, 2006). The social media blogs, websites, server hosts and registrars will be held liable for allowing you to maintain your website, posts on blogs and social media of your defamatory, inflammatory, malicious statements and for all damages associated with same. 

 Simultaneously with the sending of this letter, I am sending equally as informative cease and desist letters to each and every social media website, registrar and server host bywhich your website is maintained and your blogs and posts are published to remove same or suffer harsh economic damages and be the subject of injunctive relief requested in Federal Court. You and your companies will also be included in said litigation.

Your actions are unequivocally done with malice and with no substantive purposes other than to subject my client to harassment, stalking and defamatory remarks in your desire to harm her reputation, financially and emotionally. You are subject to punitive damages which I assure you are in the millions of dollars and to which my client will vigorously pursue should you not comply with these demands.

Ms. Spina and Faux Reality Entertainment, FR Entertainment, LLC:  YOUR COMMUNICATIONS TO MY CLIENT’S EMPLOYER CONSTITUTE INTENTIONAL INTERFERENCE WITH PROSPECTIVE ECONOMIC RELATIONSAND SUBJECT YOU TO ALL DAMAGES SUFFERED BY MY CLIENT

On several occasions, you have contacted my client’s employer by intentionally and willfully sending defamatory and false written communications (via email, blogs and articles) which serve no purpose other than to disrupt my client’s relationship with her employer and cause her economic harm.  This violates California Law, See (Youst v. Longo (1987) 43 Cal.3d 64, 71, fn. 6 [233 Cal.Rptr. 294, 729 P.2d 728].) and Federal Law as you are doing so using interstate communications to do so.  See Federal Communications Act.

I am demanding on behalf of my client that you cease and desist from any further communications with my client’s employer or any and all other business associates of my client.  Your failure to comply with this demand will result in my client seeking injunctive relief and legal relief for the damages suffered.  


CONCLUSION

Ms. Spina, my client has been a well-known Actress and Writer in both Hollywood and New York City for decades. Ms. Johnston has thick skin and is well aware that people have the right to state their opinions about her, good or bad. However, your articles, posts and blogs on your own website and other social media, as well as your determination to sully Ms. Johnston’s reputation, employment, as well as cast aspersions on her sanity and defame all the incredible charity work she has devoted her life and income to are far from opinions and critiques.  

They are a direct campaign by you to willfully and maliciously attack my client’s character, reputation and livelihood.  Your actions have placed my client in a position of having to respond to your misstatements and misrepresentations in order to preserve same.  

We are well aware of Ms. McCaffery’s involvement in this situation, and she will be dealt with separately.  

My client is providing this one opportunity for you to comply with these demands before we initiate legal action.  

You have twenty-four (24) hours from this moment to provide me a written notice (directed to my attention) stating that you have removed any and all articles, photographs, blogs, and tweets from your website fauxrealityentertainment.com and ALL social media/twitter accounts.  

Your failure to do so will subject you to costly litigation and the damages my client is entitled to.

Nothing contained herein is intended as, nor should it be deemed to constitute a waiver or relinquishment of any of my clients’ rights, whether legal or equitable, all of which are hereby expressly reserved.
Yours truly,



LORNE E. BERKELEY
​​​​​​​​For the Firm
LEB/vvm

14747 N. Northsight Boulevard
Suite 111, PMB 309
Scottsdale, AZ 85260

Patrick J. Spina, Esquire PC
97 Lackawanna Avenue, Suite 201
Totowa, NJ 07512

Abuse@godaddy.com (Registrar and Server Host for fauxrealityentertainment.com




December 3, 2014
Re: FauxRealityEntertainment.com and @FauxRealityE v. Kristen Johnston
Lorne E. Berkeley, Esq

I am responding on behalf of the owner of FauxRealityEntertainment.com and @FauxRealityE. The website is not nor has it ever been FR Entertainment, LLC or in any way associated with that entity. That is a falsehood published by Kristen Johnston’s friend, Jill Ishkanian. I trust that Patrick and Vicenza Spina will respond to you if and when they are served.


It appears that Kristen Johnston found the perfect attorney to feed her craziness. Your letter is replete with misstatements of the law, absurd assumptions and false facts.


@FauxRealityE tweeted with Johnston on three separate occasions during the 3 years on twitter, all having to do with 3 articles pertaining to her over a year’s time. The handful of tweets (to which she responded) were neither harassment nor cyber bullying by any stretch of the imagination. Simply because Johnston cannot handle criticism or being called out on her social media shannanigans does not mean she was harassed. That’s absurd. And for you to cite the California Penal Code is even more absurd.

First and foremost, your accusations are baseless. If Faux Reality is in any way disrupted by you or your client’s baseless accusations, it will be us who come after Johnston, you and your firm for every injunctive and monetary remedy provided by law.

Secondly, Faux Reality has never harassed or bullied Kristen Johnston. It reported on Johnston, Kitty McCaffery and Rise and Stand attacking a legitimate business (Bling is the New Black, hereinafter “Bling”) by claiming Bling was infringing on Crochet Michelle’s copyright (Crochet is a close friend and business partner of Johnston). Rise and Stand went so far as to say it was working FOR/WITH Twitter! Johnston endorsed Rise and Stand and it’s antics. That was the first interaction with Kristen Johnston – a legitimate reason for the interaction with her -- Not to harass but to report how Bling was being improperly targeted. Johnston, McCaffery and/or Crochet repeatedly published that Bling had stolen and violated Crochet’s copyright . Johnston attempted to collect money to sue Bling for the copyright infringment with the assistance of McCaffery. Faux Reality published an article on the incident and the victims that lay in the wake of Johnston and McCaffery. It is Johnston who has been “in bed” with McCaffery so to say that McCaffery is a “cohort” simply because she forwarded Johnston’s email is laughable. Johnston should be publically apologizing to Bling for what she did and continues to do to that business thru McCaffery (and now her latest thug Queenz Of Media – Skyler St Coxx - Yes, your client is using an entity owned by an internet prostitute who terrorizes women on line and has been banned by many websites).

Third, as far as emails, McCaffery sent emails that were sent to her and to over 50 others by Johnston to prove the following: (1) Johnston contributed money to commence litigation against Bling for violating
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Crochet’s copyright; (2) Johnston sent out emails to solicit funds for the litigation; (3) Crochet never had a copyright; (4) At some point Johnston and McCaffery discovered that Crochet lied about holding a copyright; (5) Neither Johnston nor McCaffery ever corrected their public statements that Bling violated a non existent copyright. In what State is it a crime or a civil violation for McCaffery to forward emails that she and others received regarding Johnston’s participation in the slander against Bling? Your allegation that Faux Reality somehow altered email is ridiculous. Faux Reality has the electronic version that was sent by McCaffery, so stop with your baseless “chest thumping.” If your client claims the emails have been altered, forward the intact emails and Faux Reality will post same. Furthermore, your interpretation of the law is strained. A recipient can disclose email – McCaffery disclosed it to prove that Johnston was lying to people about how much she paid McCaffery. Faux Reality received the email and tweeted same.
Fourth, Johnston’s direct messages indicate that she paid McCaffery $8,000 but Johnston’s email indicate she paid McCaffery thousands less. Either way, money exchanged hands and it was to prompt Johnston’s “friends” to get McCaffery to pursue litigation against Bling for a non existent copyright.
Fifth, how exactly do you state that McCaffery is a“cohort” when Johnston is the one who has been funding her thousands of dollars and publically endorsing her? Johnston’s lackey is currently on twitter tweeting that McCaffery was hired “to investigate Faux and Friends.” Your allegations defy logic.
Six, Faux Reality has never emailed Johnston’s employer. Good to know she is employed with all the time she devotes to social media, twitter wars, blogs and twitlongers trying to explain her shadiness.
The three articles regarding Johnston and her shady association with Rise and Stand, McCaffery, Queenz of Media, Jill Ishkanian are accurate and will remain on the Faux Reality website.
Johnston is well known for her tactics in tweeting so that her followers attack people who she perceives have slighted or criticized her. The Faux Reality witness list will be long and all consuming. Johnston encourages some of the biggest abusers on twitter to assist her – people she herself labeled bullies to me AND OTHERS in Direct Messaging before she joined forces with them. 
This is one of dozens of direct messages Johnston has sent people regarding Queenz of Media who Johnston now encourages to attack on her behalf: 
(This was from 4 yrs ago, some tweet saying "Q is accusing me of being a drunk." I can't seem to be able to post it.)

As far as your claim that “your client never engages,” that’s comical. Johnston was on her soap box tonight as usual. This is one of hundreds of examples of Johnston engaging without provocation. “Margaret” did not @ Johnston and Margaret’s tweet was from November 25, 2014! – So why did Johnston search thru Margaret’s timeline for a tweet THEN mention Faux? That’s not just engaging, that’s obsessive creepy bi polar social media behavior:
You identify @FauxReelMedia, @Faux_Reality and @_Faux_says as ”blogs.” They are not. They are twitter handles. They are not owned by Vincenza Spina. Faux Reality has not unlawfully obtained any email, nor altered any email. Faux Reality was forwarded email FROM ONE OF THE NUMEROUS RECIPIENTS of the email. So if these are the lies that you forwarded to Twitter to get Faux Reality related accounts suspended, we will deal with you, your firm and your client for attempting to censor and negatively impacting the website.
As far as the image made part of the November, 2014 article, the image was taken from twitter, given the appropriate tag and is being used in an article to inform, not to advertise or to profit.
Thank you for quoting the California Penal and Civil Code. Aside from the fact there are jurisdictional hurdles, none apply in this case. What does apply, however, is the fact that your client Kristen Johnston has encouraged and promoted Rise and Stand, Kitty McCaffery, Queenz of Media, Jill Ishkanian, ThorazineDrip and approximately 30 troll accounts to publish private, financial and employment information about Faux Reality, my friends and their children. Several have already contacted the police, federal authorities and lawyers – all tied to your client.

Therefore, I suggest your client publically apologize to Bling, Faux Reality Entertainment and publically condemn the posting of confidential information by Kitty McCaffery, Jill Ishkanian and Queenz of Media (Skyler St Coxx) and retract any cease and desist letters to Twitter and my providers, barring same, I suggest you name the correct parties, perfect your jurisdictional deficiencies and clean up your client because Kristen Johnston is as dirty as they come.


FauxRealityEntertainment.com 



65 comments:

It's simple: some people want their 15 minutes of fame, and want to get it for free by taking on the famous. Give 'em an inch and they'll try to move into your beach cottage. Sad, really. I hope these people get help.
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I just can't stand that someone wished you had OD'd. It is horrific what some people will do just to make themselves feel better. 
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The response to the C&D reads as a psychopath, interesting Faux Reality brings "bling" in to this. 
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I thought my comment posted?
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Correction Kristen,
Vincenza Leonelli Spina went by the following handles that we all know of; by usuing all these handles, Vincenza Spina Leonelli name squats.
Gregslosehole,FauxRealityEnt,FauxRealityE,FauxRealityE,Faux_Rises, The Antello names, Buckwheat_media Bukwheat_media
There are so many names, Vincenza name squats these names because she knows she will be suspended with in due time.

I like how Vincenza tries to spin the truth. She did a post on Kristen. Illana Angel documented what happened at the Leann Rimes concert because she was there, Vincenza was not there, Leann Rimes is either feeding Vincenza this information or Vincenza is making it making it up.
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my mind is playing tricks on me. I was reading the comments and went to reply and realized I had two browsers open,I refreshed and this comment is not there. I wanted tell this brave person she is couragoues for speaking up.
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it was my comment, Its okay and thank you. For some reason she took it down and its okay. 
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I have not taken down any comments, anonymous

Kristen
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This hurts my heart for you. In the words of Stuart Smalley, "You are good enough, you are smart enough and doggone it, people like you".

Seriously though, I'm sure that you understand that these kind of people are just inexplicably hateful and cruel. But, every victim of bullying should be told that for every ONE bully full of shallow hate, there are MANY people full of a much deeper and appreciation and affection for you. Those who lack your strength and confidence often forget that.

From my perspective, you are smart, funny, talented and tough. I am impressed by you as an actress and author, appreciative of your passion for animals and inspired by your struggles with addiction and fight for your health. I suspect that my appreciation for you will continue to grow as you continue to impress and inspire people through your specific conflict with these callous cyber bullies and, by extension, the overall problem of relentless bullying.
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Just like a psychopath, Vincenza's response has nothing to do with the Cease and Desist itself. Vinnie attempts to make herself look like a hero by "reporting" on issues that have nothing to do with her. 
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I loved the part "long witness list". ������������ How many of her personalities does she plan on bringing?
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This is all just insane. Its a shame people have so little going on in their own lives that they have to resort to trying, i repeat, TRYING to destroy the life of a very talented, caring, smart, strong, successful and amazing woman. My heart goes out to you kristen for having to even acknowledge these sociopaths, let alone deal with them. I wish there was something that all of us that adore you could do, to somehow make all this go away so that you could get back to doing what we and you love, interacting and communicating with all of us that love you and making us laugh! Thinking of you, and in total support of anything you need from us...
We will see you at a taping very soon!
Laura
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Kristen,
I am sorry that you have to put up with this, it makes no sense how or why someone can spend their life literally harassing people.
I read the original post and wanted the link about Vinnie's disbarment?
There are other things missing as well. I thought your original post had something about Faux doing something to your friend Ed am I reading this wrong? I bookmarked the original post yesterday and am commenting here since this is the new post.

This is the only advice I can give you, Kristen. You are either going to have to file a lawsuit or go to the police for this to stop, I know Vinnie/Faux's type and that is the only way this will stop. I know it sucks and takes time and energy, just by reading some of the other blogs and with all these identities, after having her identity revealed, there is no shame and that is what is scary. Who does this person think she is to police the INTERNET?!

read your post about your new dog, bless you and thank you, for someone who rescues dogs, I know how hard it is to care for special needs dog, it's more emotional than anything, it's also rewarding. you'll never have to worry about sleeping alone. ;-) 
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Life is about lessons and learning. I have been the victim of this type of behavior on and off. I will say not to the extent of your's Kristen or others, but none-the-less, it has negatively impacted my life. Lesson one, I don't care how much a person has begged, made pleas for money, don't do it. If they have a legit charity, then donate to the charity. Giving money online is a suckers bet. Think of the good that could have been done with the thousands you gave to Kitty? Be smart, that means not getting personally involved with Twitter followers. I have never met one person on Twitter who was 100% honest. I have been told they are CIA, Black Ops, Ex LA Cops, Million Dollar Real Estate Brokers, hob knob with so and so and so on. Most of which leaves me thinking...if these people were so important, what in the hell are they doing on Twitter and posting like crazy? Most drink, most drug. I have spoken on the phone with several of my own followers and they were so drunk I could barely understand them as they told me they were drinking and on this major painkiller and then 2 minutes later say there were on another one...

I have been stalked, threatened and harassed on Twitter. I am just a poor slob who is Bipolar and have nothing for these freaks to take, they usually find that out and then move on. About 4 years ago I wrote a blog about the "Gangs of Twitter - When You're a Jet". None of this is new and while I think much of what and how you interact on Twitter is not in your own best interest Kristen I applaud your coming fourth and putting all the information on the table. The only way to defeat darkness is to throw light on it. This is what you have done.

Never in my life have I seen such ugly behaviors by people. I have a snark sense of humor and will offer my opinion but band together and set an agenda to destroy, defame or hurt another? It just disgusts me. I wish you well on this battle. Its is far from over. These types continue even when they are outed...they are very twisted individuals. As long as there is they can hide behind false names and in the darkness of the net...there will be those like Faux, Ada's Heart, Honnie and etc. who will attempt to do harm. Mintedroyalty 
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This woman has also targeted and harassed me. I had no idea who she was and she came out of the woodwork threatening me. She posted lies and threatened to contact my employer and my church. 
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Interesting that tne reply to the C&D started quite professionally and degraded into shorthand or 'online spelling' as the anger seemed to start rising. Clearly an unstable mind is behind this desponse.
Please take care kjo as this person seems fixated on you in a scary way. 
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When I saw these tweets, my mouth shot open in shock. Can't believe people can be so ugly. That "one-on-one conversation" defames a good person who doesn't deserve it. Kristen is one of the kindest people in the world. This kind of activity is ruining Twitter. One of the sweetest aspects of Twitter is communication between celebrities and fans. I don't understand why Twitter isn't doing more to track and block people who constantly open accounts just to harass/terrorize someone. This goes beyond mere trolldom to full-on stalkerhood and criminal behavior. Sickening.

I got to know you through 3rd Rock from the Sun, one of the greatest shows around, every cast member of which was PERFECT. Kristen Johnston, John Lithgow, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, French Stewart -- we couldn't have asked for a better cast. And then to read your book and interact with you on twitter and facebook, I learned what a warmhearted, lovely person you are. The fact that some sociopaths see a kind heart and want to stab it repeatedly is beyond me. I am glad you have an attorney to deal with this now. I hope that he can take some of the pressure and ugliness off you. I hate that you can even repeat the stuff those horrid monsters said to/about you. I hate that it has even invaded your consciousness at all. I am so sorry. If your fans can do something to help, please let us know. Don't take this all on yourself. Chris, harrysmom1

[BTW, i tried to tweet in support of your friend Ed but may have gotten the account name wrong. I am sorry they are attacking him, too.]

I'm watching The Exes and you just said the point of the wedding. ROFLMAO!!!!!
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ChrisCleo - My account no longer exists, Vinnie and Brandon used an automated system to mass report and have me suspended for the 3rd time, which is likely permanent.

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Koo MundayFebruary 2, 2015 at 12:42 PM
As much as you would hope that the human race has evolved, there still are those savage barbarians. The putrid vitriol and the disgusting manner in which they conduct themselves SHOULD be actionable. So sorry for all the victims, to have to defend yourself against baseless rumors is horrible. SMH
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dana rhodesFebruary 2, 2015 at 2:11 PM
Wow Kristen....That is absolutely insane. So sorry you are going through this. Speachless....
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Wendy SchevelFebruary 2, 2015 at 2:14 PM
I can not even fathom how anyone could be so cruel, nasty and disgusting. It is very sad to read all of that. You are a very strong woman, but I know that has to hurt. I am so so sorry. And by the way.. You are an amazing and entertaining actress. I adore you and always will. Good luck. I hope this will be the end of them trying so hard to ruin peoples lives.
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kimcandidFebruary 2, 2015 at 2:24 PM
There sure are crappy people out there in the world! I'm so sorry you are going through this, but god damn you make me so proud that you are standing up and taking charge of the situation!!! GO KRISTEN!!!!!
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LoriGFebruary 2, 2015 at 2:26 PM
Completely horrifying. I only saw a few of these tweets, but the ones that I did see were so twisted that I thought surely no one would believe them. When someone sounds like a lunatic, I generally disregard their words and assumed others would do the same. The tweets above are a perfect example. Dozens of hateful, twisted accusations then this, "I usually don't participate in shit talking...". You don't? Since when? 30 seconds ago? It's laughable.

I had no idea of the depth, scope and length of time this has been going on. No wonder you have been pushed to the brink. I had to temporarily unfollow poor Ed because he has been trying to defend himself and consequently, I see the engagement on my Twitter feed. I don't want to see it, it's ugly.

I hope your lawyer successfully puts an end to this soon. I hope the stress isn't exacerbating your lupus. I hope the victims in this have their lives and reputations fully restored. I also hope cyber-bullying gets a stronger advocate than Kitty. (How does an anti-bullying crusader share someone's personal emails?)

I imagine it is difficult to be encouraged by words of support after all this time, but I offer them anyway. It's great to see that you are staying on Twitter. Your strength is admirable and you have a powerful message that needs to be shared. You have guts, Kristen Johnston. You truly do.
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Crochet by MicheleFebruary 2, 2015 at 2:54 PM
it's insane to say the least. NO ONE should have to endure this type of relentless hateful harassment.

I love you. SO MUCH! You are a strong, empowered and brave woman who walks the walk every single day. They cannot take that away from you.

I pray for an end to this and am SO PROUD of you for sharing this because you , like always, are probably helping someone but coming forward with this.

I love you my dear friend.
xoxo
M
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Donnna BlackFebruary 2, 2015 at 4:08 PM
I had to stop in the middle of this just because the cruelty of this woman is horrendous. I know cruelty way to well, & you my friend do not deserve it. What amazes me is people really believe they can get away with distroying other people. Ms Kjo, you are a strong person who has taught me a lot. I like how you practice your own advice, & thrive with all your courage. I am proud of your sobriety, how you advise other's, your smartass humor, & yours strength. You deserve nothing but respect.
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AnonymousFebruary 2, 2015 at 5:05 PM
It looks to me like you are both guilty. You have stated facts and jabs at these people, which shows you have sunk to their level. Why open a forum then delete the posts you don't like? Did you egg any of this on? I believe you did. Talking about your private medical issues for sympathy just makes you look worse.Toughen up, turn the other cheek, and move on.
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Dear Anonymous

You are one classy broad.
I have deleted NOT ONE comment, including your own utterly foul one.

If you only had the balls to sign your own name.

You are the height of misinformed, uneducated, offensive and deeply misguided.

Even so, I hope you never have to silently endure years of lies, torment, rudeness & depravaty.
I wouldn't wish this even on you.

Enjoy your time with your sick friends.

With zero respect

Kristen Johnston
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AnonymousFebruary 2, 2015 at 9:03 PM
Please do NOT apologize for Fauz aka Vincenza Spina or Brandon King. There are many that counted them as friends and are sickened to find out what they have truly been up to using their resources to go after people who did not fall in line with their objectives. Now that Vincenza has been 100% outed as who she really is in real life not just by the incredibly detailed an irrefutable dox done by Grace, but by others who have actually spoken to Faux aka Toni aka Antonella on the phone and confirmed 100% it is the same person and voice as Vincenza Spina in the videos. Subsequently, the Faux/King hate machine has ramped up several hundred notches.

What neither of them count on is the decent people who have woken up to the truth and will not stand by and let them get away with this. There are emails and other correspondence with those that USED to be their friends that WILL come to light if Vincenza and King continue down their path of harassment. The details of which will be most damaging to any hopes either of them have to forging ahead with lawsuits or salvaging what little is left of their tattered reputations.

Ms. Johnston, just know there are so many of us supporting you who are fans and know the real truth. Stay strong.
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JaneFebruary 2, 2015 at 5:19 PM
This is truly sickening. I couldn't even bring myself to click the links to see any further info. It hurts to know that you and many others have gone/are going through this utter nonsense. This is a whole kind of evil I didn't know existed. Wish you didn't have this story to share, but proud of your for exposing the truth.
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Bill StoutFebruary 2, 2015 at 5:44 PM
It's unbelievable how low people will go,
So proud of your work and heart,,,,Stay Strong
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KellyFebruary 2, 2015 at 7:04 PM
Vincenza is asking for proof you were harassed for three years. Considering Vincenza Spina changes her her name every other day, had many twitter accounts suspended and now the tweets don't exist, this is a true narcissist and con artist at work. Kristen, I am so sorry you went through this with Vincenza, the day Vincenza came on twitter as @gregslosehole she has always had targets.
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KellyFebruary 2, 2015 at 7:05 PM
That is another thing, Vincenza Spina deletes her tweets. Coward.
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AnonymousFebruary 2, 2015 at 7:36 PM
I'm sorry for all you have been through, as well as my friends. I never personally had interactions with these 2 people or even you. However when you go after my friends, especially their children...gloves are off! FTR I am the one that had the picture taken with Oliver Peck. Oliver was amused. There were MANY MANY MORE taken that night & I'm glad it got under his skin. I own the photos, they are all located conveniently on my camera & my computer...dated & time stamped with the location. So good luck to him...& Happy Birthday BK! HAHAHAHA ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
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morgancraven97February 2, 2015 at 7:41 PM
I'm so sorry you have to go through this. You of all people don't deserve this. NO ONE deserves this kind of treatment from anyone. It's terrifying to think that there are people like this in the world and on social media. I'm SO proud of you for raising awareness and taking action to stop these people before they hurt anyone else. Love you, my strong, beautiful friend...
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AnonymousFebruary 2, 2015 at 9:49 PM
God damn, but after reading this I feel like I just witnessed the scene in the Wizard of Oz when the house came flying down and landed on the Wicked Witch of the East aka The New Jersey Devil Vincenza. Queenz is the Good Witch, Ed is theTin Man and you Kjo is Dorothy and all of twitter is chanting ding-dong the witch is dead!
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AnonymousFebruary 2, 2015 at 11:20 PM
I think your lawyer should ask for a psychiatric report on these people, once it gets to court.
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Usher BobFebruary 3, 2015 at 4:14 AM
This is appalling and disgusting and I truly marvel at your continued strength. xoxo
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AnonymousFebruary 3, 2015 at 6:01 AM
Some of you may remember Kristen attempting to contact an anonymous person who had reached out to her several months ago. I am that person. I believe I had three or four interactions with Kristen before she made the decision to find me.

I'd like to share my thoughts and I'd like those who read this really think about my statements.

First of all, now that Kristen has shared with us what she's been going through I am in awe she took the leap of faith to go out of her way to devise a full proof plan to allow me to reach her. For all Kristen knew, I could have been one of these immoral people trying to 'play' her. However, instead of ignoring me she took the risk. While these evil people are spending their time plotting and scheming, Kristen is goingout of her way to be productive in her recovery. For that I thank her.

Secondly, let's be realistic in our thoughts. I will not stoop to the level of these horrible people by stating their past or current issues and standings in society, but let's think about Kristen. Do any of you really think a working woman, battling a chronic illness, who is dedicated to lifting up addicts, spends any of her energy on these evil people?

Lastly, why do these people choose to attack WHAT Kristen is? In their words, a d-list actress, an addict, a manipulator, etc. I think all that have had any interaction with Kristen know WHO she is. She's compassionate, honest, caring, uplifting, etc.

I have a challenge. Let's all take a break from giving these terrible people any of our time and perhaps send Kristen words of encouragement,even if it's a one word tweet. Let's reach out to Kristen as she has reached out to us.

Thank you
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AnonymousFebruary 3, 2015 at 11:59 AM
Graciously and well said. Bravo
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KJoFebruary 7, 2015 at 11:43 AM
To my dear friend...
Thank you profusely for your kind words. I love you
K
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Jackie C.February 3, 2015 at 8:20 AM
I'm almost speechless. Almost. The hate I have witnessed on Twitter is sickening. For what it's worth just keep doing what I've seen you do, which is helping other addicts, promoting your show, sharing your book, and in general lifting people up and making us all laugh when we so desperately need it. xoxo
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MicheleFebruary 3, 2015 at 10:40 AM
Yesterday was my 30th wedding anniversary and our daughter gave us the best present she could ever give us. She entered a rehab facility in FL about 9 hours away. You are partly credited with this because your book had a profound effect on her. These are vile people. Thank you for your candor and your GUTS.
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Wendy CFebruary 3, 2015 at 11:12 AM
This just sickens me. I don't even nave the words to express how much. You know (I hope!) that I adore you... I, for one, thank God for you and for GUTS and for the laughter you have brought to my often laughter-less life! Thank you for all that you do and for bein the amazing person that you are!
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@QueenzOfMedia has been an eaxtraordinary friend of mine. She has supported me, and shown remarkable grace & kindness toward me during this very trying time.

Many years ago, she & I had a disagreement on another matter & I ended up blocking her. This was long before I knew of Faux or Queenz involvelment with her.

Re; James Gibney...He reached out to me once recently to express his support. I have no knowledge of anything else he's done. Since I'm now off twitter, it doesn't matter to me.

If he's caused harm to anyone, I'm so sorry, but that's your fight. My issue is solely with the people mentioned in my blog above. I can't take on every person, whether they've caused harm or not.

Finally, there are many, many people who believed in Vinceza Spina for years & supported her...who now see her for who she really is. Quite a few of these people have come forward wanting to help in any way they can.

Whether Mr. Gibney falls into this catergory or not, people change. I'm living proof.

If you'd like to express your feelings about him or anyone else not mentioned in my blog, I welcome you to sign up for your own blog where you can say whatever you'd like.

Please keep any comments solely focused on the blog above. I won't delete any, whether positive or negative.

However, from this moment forward, I will delete any comments that aren't about GUTLESS.

Thank you for understanding

I'll update you as necessary.

Respectfully

Kristen Johnston
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yep-I'm to chicken-s to sign this but just so you know Kjo, when you took time off to deal with lupus, was a good thing and hopefully you don't let the garbage go too far before taking a break, you are better than this nonsense.
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YOU DESERVE BETTER MY LOVELY FRIEND, YOU ARE A CLASS ACT AND ALWAYS A STEP ABOVE MOST, I HOPE TO SEE YOU RETURN SOON FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THOSE YOU HAVE HELPED AND THOSE WHO STILL NEED YOUR STRENGTH AND INSPIRATION, Kat
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Kristin, you have GUTS! What these Scumbags have done to you & others is a disgrace!
I can only speak for myself & say I've NEVER experienced this level of Bullying & can only hope that you, Kristen, come out with some justice & Peace. Hugs K
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I listened in to @hydrapotomos (Mike Arpey's) Blog Talk Radio show last night. Queenz came on and so did Ed Brophy and other victims of Vincenza Spina.

I had no idea she had gone this far and literally cost people their jobs to the point where they might become homeless. And that she continues to harass these people to this day. All over a disagreement on Twitter. How has she continued to get away with this? What a horrible human being

I hope Mr. Arpey can get the support he's seeking regarding a fund he mentioned (a non profit organization) designed to help people who are victims of people like Ms. Spina but who make lack the financial resources to take legal action.

Hearing first hand what she has done to others literally made me sick.

I'm sorry to see what you've had to go through Kirstin and I wish you and ALL of Vincenza's victims the best of luck and hopefully one day, justice.
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Wow! This is outrageous... I only speak for myself when I say that you've given your all for a lot of wonderful causes & people in your life. Including me who loves your GUTLESS blog for what it was originally intended for. That your hope & experience could reach out to others with the same affliction. Along with your hilarious sense of humor cuz God knows we all need that! Let's get back to basics & let Kristen do her thank!! :)
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Adoringly,
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I've recently started following you since I read GUTS, after being a long-time 3RFTS fan. I'm so sorry to see that people are wasting their energy on trying to pull you down.

After seeing the blog, the book, and the clips I've seen of you on The Exes and other work you've done, I'm a bigger fan than ever. You come off as a strong, funny, beautiful woman, and not least, a survivor. No... a thriver! Thrive on, sista. I hope this other stuff clears up soon.

Thank you for sharing your experience with addiction and sobriety in GUTS. I'm in awe. Your sense of self in your writing - your voice - is so strong to me, that's what I love the most. Wishing you all the best!

-Fellow Tall Girl
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Hello Kristen,
As I originally came across your blog unconventionally; I found your words to be quite inspiring, but also, I felt as though you wrote what people think. Being a celebrity, you have a great voice of help and encouragement that you can and have given to people, especially where your passion lies, which is with drug addicted teens and noble efforts to start a sober school. I am glad to hear that you have dropped Twitter. I personally do not have Twitter, as I wouldn't want just anyone following me. As I do have Facebook, the only 'friends' I have are people who I know, and mostly friends from church. I am sorry to hear that you have been treated so terribly by these people. I am certain that you have true and beautiful friendships in your life that are intimate and real. I just encourage you merely from one person to another to throw yourself into those relationships and into your work for teens. Unfortunately in life, there are more people out there who seek to build others up, and sadly, it will always be that way. You also have a great blog here, where you can share ideas and opinions. One nice thing to, is mostly,from what I've seen, is your blog readers seem positive in there responses. Maybe you might consider just having your blog, if that is something you decide to do. I had never heard about sober schools or SLAM until I came across your blog, but because of it, I did and was happy to donate to the charity(even though I wasn't able to donate much). I hope that you can find encouragement in my words, as that is what I intend in them. I do want to tell you, and I hope you are not bothered by it, but I was the one who answered the questions posted on your advice blog. I want you to know that it was in no way to undermine you at all, and the only reason I did it, was because I didn't want anyones feelings hurt that you didn't respond, or for some reason think there concerns weren't valid, and just took the time to do it when I saw it had been some time without response which I sure because you were busy. Forgive me if it frustrated you. But with having said that, I think your idea of wanting to do an advice column is good, and much more rewarding than Twitter probably is. I hope the best for you and your true friendships, and life passion of helping start a sober high school for teens.
Blessings,
Adrienne
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Adrienne 
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**Unfortunately, I've now been forced to close the comment section. Someone decided this was the appropriate moment to accuse me of being a "pill popper"& a liar with a penchant for nervous breakdowns. 
I dont usually do this…people are allowed to have any opinion they want of me, and I actually relish the verbal smackdown.

However, in this case…it was distracting from something I've spent over 8 years trying to accomplish. Besides, what's important here isn't some "anonymous" blowhard, or me, or anyone else but the teenagers who desperately need our help.

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When did it happen? That subtle shift? When did addiction evolve from something unspeakable to fun entertainment for the whole family?

Today, when a celebrity begins to emanate that now-familiar whiff of an impending crash-and-burn (hospitalized due to "exhaustion"? A drunken talk show appearance, perhaps?) we all make popcorn and pull up our chairs.

When David Hasselfoff has a makeout session with a big mac (apparently after a makeout session with a bottle of Wild Turkey), we can't tweet that shit fast enough. The ongoing Lindsay nonsense is obviously fascinating enough to earn her a cool $2 million. We revel when housewives get shitfaced and begin fighting. We smile, feeling superior, when paparrazzi capture Brandi barely walking out of a bar, her tampon string dangling in the breeze for all to see. Thank God I was never like that. We think smugly. Was I? We stare, open-mouthed, at the woman who's trailer is so crammed with years of trash and rats she has to bungie cord herself sitting on her toilet just to get some shut-eye.

Addiction as entertainment has troubled me for a long time, as I wrote in the New York Times this summer (article here). But of all the addiction shows, there were two that troubled me the most. Both were created with the best of intentions, I believe. And thankfully, both were recently canceled. I think it's fair to say one started it all...I just wish I could say the other ended it.

The first is A & E's "Intervention." Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was well done. Yeah, it saved people's lives (At least I fucking hope so.) All the people involved are incredibly respected interventionists. It had classy music. It was well-edited.
But I also know what goes into making a show, what producers can be like, and especially what happens overnight to your life once you've been on TV for one night.
I can't begin to grasp how it would feel to live in a small town & have my intervention filmed. All my family's dirty laundry exposed, for everyone to see and judge. My weeping mother. My crushed father. My betrayed sister. My shame.
My nightmare.

Oh, it gets better. Turns out you've been duped into this whole thing. Yep. A & E was even proud of it. Each episode of "Intervention" opened with: "June (or whoever) has been asked to do a documentary about heroin. She has no idea her family is planning an intervention on her in 2 days."
Exciting!
So, after shooting up/nodding off/ rambling about nonsense for 48 hours, June is hit with this double-whammy: her family, shaking and sobbing with grief as they read letters detailing her sins from their perspective and demanding she leave this second for some tiny rehab...AND IT'S ALL CAUGHT ON CAMERA!!! 
That's why I hated it. At the core of the show, it's really about deceiving someone stupid enough to be an addict.
The ethics of that were never questioned, to my knowledge. Why?
Because they're addicts. They deserved it.
Another show that troubled me was “Celebrity Rehab.” "CR" was the brain child of Dr. Drew, and while I actually agree with many of Dr. Drew's views regarding addiction, it's his ethics I question. To be totally fair, I've spoken with a few people who were either treated themselves by him, or a family member was, and across the board, people adore him. They say he really and truly cares and not just when the cameras were on.

That said, in my opinion, all the show accomplished was to further push people away from any real understanding of the epidemic that’s killing millions and destroying lives. I just don't believe you can effectively help addicts while exploiting them so you can be on TV.

(OK, I almost choked on a Twizzler just now.  Did you guys know Dr. Drew once wrote a book called "The Mirror Effect: How Celebrity Narcissism Is Seducing America"? Me, neither. You know, not to be a total smartass, but I'm thinking that's a book he might want to get reacquainted with at the beach this summer.)

There have been a few participants of the 6 seasons (SIX!?) of the show who seem to have found some real recovery, like Mackenzie Phillips and Jennifer Gimenez (two women I adore, who's recovery I admire). Also, I can understand why some of them did it...they'd tried other rehabs before, maybe doing it in public would finally work?

However, a staggering number of participants have also died. This caused a great deal of backlash in the press against Dr. Drew, which I found ludicrous. Addicts die. Many of us lose the battle. That’s simply the horrifying reality.

Then this niggling question began to haunt me: Well, what if those people had gone to an actual, non-televised rehab? Instead of filming a TV show with people messed up in the same way they were, they went for 90 days to a place with real people? Would they be alive today? 
Who knows?

But If Dr. Drew was so committed to helping addicts, (and from all reports, he is) then why couldn't he simply have donated his money or his time? Why did it have to be filmed? For 6 years?
I don't believe Dr. Drew's intentions were in ANY way malevolent.

His addiction got in the way, and like all addicts--he was simply feeding his own ravenous beast. He just happens to have an addiction to fame.

Whether you're an addict or not, I don't think it's a huge leap to imagine that when one is at the point of needing rehab, or an intervention, things are usually pretty fucking dire. Therefore, like the addicts on "Intervention," could any of the participants of "Celebrity Rehab" really be expected to be of sound enough mind to make best decision whether or not to televise their rehabilitation?

Did they look at their drunken signature and think what the fuck have I done?

I’ve been to rehab. People (and yes, I do sadly include myself) show up drooling, weeping and bombed out of their minds. One lovely fellow showed up, and while being checked in, decided to defecate in his pants, which sent his bride of a week (who was dropping him off) into hysterics so loud & dramatic we gave him shit about it for weeks. My point is, it's usually the very hardest, scariest, embarrassing & vulnerable day of your entire life. To be honest, remembering how much self-hatred and despair and terror I felt, I think I'd rather be dead than have that moment, or any of my rehab, televised.

It must be said that the participants themselves (with all due respect to the lovely Ms. Gimenez & Ms. Phillips) were mostly people who used to be famous, yet to be famous, or were simply "infamous." It amazed me, how many were clearly seeking 15 more minutes of fame, When they had yet to deal with their first 15.

I managed to watch parts of different episodes of "CR", but I could only last a scene or two before furiously changing the channel to Animal Planet, praying a gorilla show would kick this imagined scenario out of my brain:

A flea-infested, dirty shithole, filled with empty bottles, syringes, old headshots and loneliness. The phone rings, and the addict is startled awake. His bleary eyes finally focus on the number. His agent?                                                                                        She hasn't taken his calls for 3 years, why would she be calling him? 
Unless--Hope begins to blossom in his chest as he answers it. As he clears his throat, he imagines his comeback film. Maybe Tarantino, finally!
His smile stays plastered on even as his agent perkily explains that theres a show about former celebrities who are now addicts and need rehab. They've offered him a slot for the next season! Isn’t that exciting?
He is crushed, mortified. He once worked with great directors & went to the Oscars & slept with gorgeous women. He's better than this!
But he needs the money, desperately. And the exposure. And help....
And THAT is how, instead of the real rehab with real people he so desperately needed, he ended up doing a television show. By the time he's sobered up enough to realize what’s really going on, it's too late. The very last of his pride has been demolished.

How do I know this? Well, I happen to know something that Dr. Drew doesn't. And that is - fame... It breaks your heart.
I know it's so hard to believe, people don't want to believe it, but it does. I swear. There's this moment when you realize what a lying, deceiving, cheating bastard fame really is. You are slammed by a crushing betrayal and unimaginable depression as it begins to dawn on you that this THING you'd been doggedly pursuing for so long, this THING you were convinced would finally fill that cavernous hole in your soul, this THING that would mean your life was wonderful and you weren't broken, this THING you've given your heart, dreams, soul, trust & love to since you were a kid....
It's been laughing at you behind your back the whole time.

The best way I can describe it is this: Imagine digging in the hot sands of Egypt & stumbling across an undiscovered pyramid and spending years and years of backbreaking labor and every dime you have breaking into the thing-only to find it empty with the sole exception of a long- ago discarded McDonalds wrapper.
That's what fame feels like.

It's the disappointment of your life, even as people around you are giddy with pride and excitement. It sure seems to fulfill them. But you stay, because it's what you've sacrificed everything for. And you got nowhere else to go. You cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, it will become all those things your heart aches for.

And that, my friends, is why so many famous people either become addicts, go bonkers, or become unfeeling monsters. Some become all three. It takes a lot of hard work to become a happy human being after becoming famous. Most fail. I’m still working on it.

Hey, I wonder what would happen if all addicts decided to never again watch anything that exploits addiction? And that can be whatever you define it to be. This has nothing to do with 12 steps or anonymity. It's your private conviction, your way of saying "No more. I am not a joke, or your evening entertainment." As Greg Williams points out in "The Anonymous People"-people in recovery have a voice. A huge voice, 25 million strong. Could you imagine if we used it?


FYI...this is a clip from Letterman that a commenter below wanted to see.





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