05/23/2026
Twinnie Training is sweeping the nation, my friends. Whatever your flavor of dysfunction, Twinnie will fix you, whether you’re the avoidant, the manchild, the alpha male, or something even worse.
Enrolling in ’s training took courage, and now I’m proud to call myself a recovering manchild (see the video for proof). Twinnie is the miracle cure.
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Okay, jokes aside. The bit is hilarious, but the message underneath is even better.
You’ve heard me call my friend Twinnie a “creative genius,” and frankly that barely does her justice. She’s a West End-trained triple threat now writing country songs in Nashville. I’ve worked with her for three-plus years. I have the receipts. Take my word for it, or just watch the video. You’ll get the drift.
Twinnie is the consummate creative director from top to bottom. I’m talking concept, choreography, casting, costume, staging.
On shoot day she walked in and built the dance routine and this entire 1980s world from the ground up, with the help of her longtime videographer and her two backup dancers, and . I watched it happen. They didn’t workshop it for weeks. By the time the cameras were rolling, they were locked. He didn’t miss a beat.
Twinnie is an honest-to-God Gypsy by birth and upbringing who came up on London’s stages before she ever set foot in Nashville. She can do backflips and splits on demand. She will outwork everyone in this business. She is, as I keep telling people who don’t know yet, a force of nature.
Underneath the spandex and behind the boombox, “Thank Me Later” is a song about walking away from someone because they’ll be better off without you: “I’m the twist in the plot you didn’t see, but there’s happy ever after me.”
Her music video offers an alternative. Either your girlfriend leaves you, or Twinnie trains you. I think most men will choose the training.
Go stream “Thank Me Later” by Twinnie. Go see her live the next time she’s anywhere near you. Hate her now if you have to. I promise you will thank her later. 💪
