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Rejected Blog Title #1: When My Bloggies Have Dollies

CherworldYou'd think would be the end-all-be-all of Cher sites. If you're a Cher fan looking for a comprehensive site or fan-made trades, visit the awesomely-obsessed fan sites instead. I'd love to review them all right away. So much time, energy and luv went into them. Some are flashy, some are stylish and some are a bit busy.

I'll start with CherWorld ( for this reason: besides Google searches and Wikipedia, most of my visitors come from Cher World. Enough said. CherWorld loves Cher because she continues to "raise eyebrows." This site definitely captures Cher's variety, outrageousness and fashion.

Site strengths

  • Most up-to-date news items - posted frequently
  • Active forums - today someone posted a picture of a Cher-themed pumpkin. Forum topics include general chat, albums, movies, live concerts, collectibles, photos, letters to Cher, games and an off-topic section.
  • Song downloads - remixes and rare songs like "Love is in the Air"
  • Video downloads - rare videos like Cher's performance at the U.S. Superbowl and British TV appearances
  • Comprehensive, alphabetical song lyrics
  • Fan store with a calendar, photos, a Cher crystal and Cher-autographed items (nice but too expensive for me)
  • Organized photo galleries
  • Colorful, fan-submitted wallpapers
  • E-cards! We love 'em! Some hilarious flash cards!
  • Small preview areas of Cher products from and to get your Cher collection started
  • It's a robust site - I don't see a lot of error messages or broken links
  • Has a wonderful link list of other Cher sites that lead lots of visitors to!

Room for Improvement

  • I can't decide if the layout is a little loud and busy or exciting and active.
  • Whoops...some spelling errors. No biggie. You can find those here, too.
  • Comprehensive singles and albums list with chart information - but which country's chart is it? I'm not sure.
  • Why do I need Cher email? I'm not sure about that either. Or a Guestbook.
  • Login can be confusing as there's a different login for your email and the forum. I got my passwords confused and it took a half an hour to sort it all out with an email reminder. Also, your password is very complicated and I can't see where to change it to something simple.
  • It's hard to find the most current forum posts because you can't sort the list by date.
  • There's an outdated Tour link (it does have the European tour date list, though) and a Library link that forwards you to a News archive.
  • The Films list is missing a few movies.

I haven't explored the Fan area much. There's an online chat there and a profile you can fill out. CherWorld promises to send your profile to Cher.

Overall, the site is tip-top, one of the best Cher sites out there and it has the fanbase to prove it. Behind, and Wikipedia, Google ranks CherWorld next in popularity. It's the highest ranked fan site. You may need the shockwave plug-in available on the site to view all the features. You can also sign up to the mailing list. I did and I'm looking forward to my first e-mail. Stay tuned. I may not be getting Official Cher Fanclub e-mail; but soon I'll be getting CherWorld email. Whoo-hoo! I'll take it!


The Cher Show Seminar

Seminarppt_1The Cher Convention deserves its own post, really. So I won't go into that right yet: the difficulties, the disturbances, the humor and the joy, the disappointments, the sorrow, the learning experience, the community, my inability to stay up past 10pm. All that's in there.

I've always supported the Cher Convention. I always loved the idea of conventions in and of themselves and the Barry Manilow Convention always served as my model of an ideal Convention. Jam packed full of art, education and debauchery. Beatlefest and the Kiss Expo just reinforced that idea. At Beatlefest, there was an art gallery of Beatle-wife art, guitar sing-a-longs in the hallway and tons of vendors. The Cher Convention isn't like any of that for various reasons. But it's still a thing worth doing. Cher fans just don't bring their guitars to Cher Conventions. And how else can you get a spontaneous sing-a-long to "Heart of Stone" going? Maybe someday there can be an art gallery of Sonny Bono photographs, some of which are quite good--I always thought.

The thing is--I feel strongly that a convention should have an educational component, both for the newbies and oldies alike. Ward Lamb did some great seminars for the 2000 and 2002 conventions, but was MIA for 2004 and 2006. In 2004, the educational spot was saved by an interview with Mary Anne Cassata, author of the must-have Cher Scrapbook, a fan book stocked to the hilt with great Cher photos.

This July, I ended up doing the seminar, but not for lack of trying to finagle no less than three other Cher Scholars: Ward Lamb again (he wrote a great article for Cher in Goldmine; liner notes for the Sundazed Sonny & Cher releases and the Rhino release of Sonny's InnerViews; see also his Amazon product reviews); Jo Kozlowski (a writer from Chicago who helped me with the first Cher zine in 2000; check out her website, Cricket in the Corner), and Robrt Pela (a writer from The Phoenix New Times; check out his article, The Virtues of Chastity). These Cher aficionados couldn't do it for various reasons.

The seminar I put together was based on the theme of the 2006 convention--The Cher Show of 1975-6. The slide show is located on (under Cher Conventions). You can also find it by clicking here. During the seminar, I pontificated a bunch of extra blather about the show with the help of Christopher Brisson (writer, poet and cultural commentator) and Javier Ozuna (a major collector who had been to some tapings of the show).

Someday I hope to post a whole Cher PowerPoint curriculum with a final quiz you can mail in for a diploma in Cher Scholarship. Feel free to post or email me your syllabus ideas.



To speak to my last blog entry, here is the full text of the wonderful poem by Enid Dame.




Every daughter has two mothers:

my good mother believes in government.

She loves and distrusts her house.

She scours the ceiling, scrubs the floor with a toothbrush.

Father’s been gone for years.


My bad mother is an anarchist.

She sleeps late in a cobweb bed.

She walks through the house naked,

feeds tramps at the back door.


My good mother says: “Your body is disgusting.

It flops and bulges; it has no self-control.

I must keep you locked in this basement

because your smell would overpower the city.

Boys would fall out windows for lust of you.

A young woman is a walking swamp.

She leaks and oozes. Insects and toads cling to her hair.

She draws trouble

like a pile of manure draws flies.”


My bad mother likes to walk barefoot

in mud. Cats and dogs sniff her crotch.

She laughs. She gathers flowers:

shameless daylilies,

bluebells seductively

open their skirts for her.

My bad mother says, “Trust your body.”


My good mother gives me a necklace of cowrie shells.

I think they are ugly. They look like vaginas

with jagged, sharp teeth.

My bad mother hands me

a garland of dark red roses.

They are beautiful. But they too look like vaginas.

My good mother says, “If I let you go to the ball,

don't come home with a man or a belly.

If you do, I’ll kill myself.


My bad mother says,

“Someday you’ll bring home a man.

I’ll make him chicken soup.

I’ll knit you an afghan

to warm yourself under.

If he says your body smells like fern and rain-worked earth,

if he says your juices taste like flowers     then

stick with him.

Whoever he is,

He’ll be a prince.”


Another Day of Not Being Official

Imnoangelmirage90I am struggling through another day of not being an Official Cher fan. This never bothered me until the opportunity was gone. I always thought my being an outsider to official Cher-fandom was a personal choice. Now I just feel marginalized and downtrodden.


In today’s Los Angeles Times Book Review, there is a story called “The Botox Generation” which reviews two books, “The Female Thing (Dirt, Sex, Envy, Vulnerability)” by Laura Kipnis and “Beauty Junkies (Inside our $15 Billion Obsession with Cosmetic Surgery)” by Alex Kuczynski. I was reminded of my last post about Cher’s cheekbones...and discussions in general about of Cher and plastic surgery. Why plastic surgery bothers us as a culture; why Cher has become a poster-child for plastic surgery; and what fans admit to or think about the whole thing.


Plastic surgery along with yo-yo dieting makes for big business hinging on feelings of inadequacy no matter how you'd like to spin it. Kipnis believes women have a constant need for radical and dangerous self-improvement because they carry a subconscious belief that their bodies are repulsive and their “vaginas are dirty” hence the disturbing rise in labiaplasties, a procedure that reshapes a woman’s external genitals. "A young woman is a swamp" as Enid Dame says in her poem "Cinderella." However, the most succinct text on body self-hatred is probably still “The Sneetches” by Dr. Seuss. It’s timeless really, showing how extreme body alterations are not only expensive but arbitrarily devised. Who decides you need a star on your belly? Who decides you labia is unattractive? Why is the natural always made to be so un-natural in all areas of the female body?


In the past, Cher has made a business case for her decisions (not that she is required to defend herself for her private issues and choices). Show business, after all, demands a youthful look. However, plastic surgery hasn’t equated to more Cher movies. And Rock and Roll seems more accepting of an aging woman; artists like Patti Smith and Bonnie Raitt pride themselves on their battle scars.


My theory: there’s special public discomfort over Cher and her plastic surgery. The reason is two-fold. First of all, it suggests maybe Cher is not her public image at all. Maybe she’s got very real weak spots and poignant fears of aging. That 80s big-hair image seemed fearless, in contrast. Accepting that disconnect is always uncomfortable. Secondly, that image meant something to us. Her F. You attitude seemed impenetrable. Is our collective fear of aging and imperfection so powerful that even a tough broad like Cher could succumb? I believe it is. And that's scary. "She too undone." We mourn the loss of that particular Marine in our struggle.


And I'm not judging. Who out there can pass judgment, honestly? Who out there over the age of 37 hasn’t slathered on some anti-wrinkle eye cream yet? I look in the mirror and exclaim “I’m not even grown up yet! I’m still a kid!”


And who can fear a physical death when we are so active in our own self-destruction? Today, in an anthology of fairy-tale poems called "The Poets’ Grimm" (edited by Jeanne Marie Beaumont and Claudia Clarson), I read poet Ogla Brouma’s “Little Red Ridding Hood” where she sums up the situation: “…across this improbable forest peopled with wolves and our host, flower-gathering sisters they feed on.” Feminism accurately shakes its academic little finger at the problem but hasn’t changed anything. What we really need is a Katharine Hepburn to come along and say “I’m freaking wearing pants and that’s the end of it.” We need to see it. Hepburn’s feminist mother discouraged her career in Hollywood as an unserious and unimportant feminist pursuit. How ironic then; she sent a little feminist-fed Hepburn onto the world stage to be feminism embodied, an image of how a woman can be.


Kuczynski’s book disparages our culture “in which images hold more power than words.” But honey, this aint new. I just returned from Lexington, Massachusetts, where I visited a Revolutionary War tavern where propaganda art, not just speeches, were used to ignite the passions of the locals. We’ve always responded more to the power of images. And that should be our ace. For the image is where Cher excels.


The Cheekbones of Katharine Hepburn

Cheekbones_hepburn Hey now, the Official Cher Fan Club site is up again! I’m excited. For a minute. Then I find out the Join feature is still disconnected. “Check back soon.” Oh, you can count on it. So my wait to join this Cher fan movement continues. And I continue to feel like an outsider to their particular shenanigans.

As I’m surfing through their website, I’m also watching reruns of the 70s talk show classic, The Dick Cavett Show (there are no fan sites of Dick Cavett--don't think I didn't try). Cavett Show reruns are on my roommate's tivo. This one is Katharine Hepburn. For about five years I’ve been working on a long-form Hepburn poem based mostly on Barbara Leamings biography of her family history, "Katharine Hepburn: Star as Feminist" by Andrew Britton (read my review), "The Making of The African Queen" by Hepburn herself and "Tracy and Hepburn" by Garson Kanin (Kanin and Ruth Gordon and Hepburn and Tracy were apparently a friendly foursome). Anyway, that mess of verse is now sitting unfinished in a box. Meanwhile, I’m watching this show as I blog, thinking she sure is a Chatty Cathy. But this is actually an historical TV moment, the Cavett episode where she throws down one of my favorite Hepburn quotes. I get vaklempt every time I hear it excerpted on a Hepburn documentary:

Fear is what you and I suffer from trying to be fascinating; which is asinine position to be in, you know, really. Here I am and aren’t I great department and it’s embarrassing; and you’re never sure that you can do it. If you have been taught basic freedom from fear and a basic belief in what Witches_wet_3 you’re doing that is sufficient to carry you when everyone and his uncle thinks you’re wrong; and you still think, God  damn it, I don’t think I’m wrong. I think I’m right and I’m gonna do it.

Cavett then quotes someone who stated Hepburn had the best cheekbones this side of Dover. This side of Dover: that must be an old 70s turn of phrase. Hepburn does have great cheekbones. But Cher’s are better. Well, they were better when Cher carried more of a gaunt look. I hope that’s not an effect of Botox, loss of cheeckbone definition. Because that's a high price to pay for a lack of wrinkles. I’d go for the cheekbones any day and twice on Sunday. But then I’m a true blue for people with beautiful cheekbones. My short list: Cher, John Waite, Katharine Hepburn. All the gals in Witches of Eastwick have good cheekbones.

Genie in the Bottle

ChergenesimmonsToday I was about to join the Official Cher fan club, especially since I recently received my Barry Manilow fanclub newsletter in the mail. Although I haven’t been much of a Barry Manilow fan since I was 15, I still enjoy their entertaining and informative fanclub activities. This bi-yearly newsletter was no exception, with photos of Barry’s August Las Vegas convention (which he attended) and his own heartfelt fan Q&A column. It was exceptional, I must say. But alas, the Official Cher Fanclub website will be down for days unknown due to some kind of update.

So I guess I’ll take this opportunity to chat about Cher peripherals. Peripherals are characters in the Cher orbit and may include children, lovers, co-workers, or the entourage. They have an interesting shelf-life in and of themselves. Peripherals like her kids would normally be afforded some kind of deference of privacy unless they make their own gestures towards fame, such as write autobiographical books, participate in reality TV shows or release industrial goth-rock albums (’s words, not mine). Cher has cute nicknames for these peripherals when she refers to them in press interviews. If they have names with more than two syllables, she breaks it down to one, such as Chastity to Chas or sister Georgeanne to Gee; if they have one-syllable names, she pops them up to two syllables, such as Gregg to Gregory or Gene to Genie.

I happen to be watching the Genie Simmons reality show these days as my friend Coolia is a KISS fan and Family Jewels on A&E is always on her Tivo. Cher and Gene were a media super-couple in the late 1970s. They met in February of 1978 at a party for California Governor Jerry Brown thrown by Casablanca record-label head Neil Bogart. The met just as Cher was beginning to make disco albums on the same label, which was also KISS’s label. To orient KISS fans, their relationship started just as KISS started making the TV kitsch-classic KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park. Gene and Paul Stanley (and Cher secretly) claimed to have hated disco at the time, although Casablanca was a heavily disco-centric label, also being the label to Diana Summer among other disco acts. Rumor had it the Take Me Home album cover Viking-fitSpacecher  was inspired by Gene and that Paul Stanley also dated Cher’s sister, Georgeanne. Common scenes in tabloids featured Gene with his face obscured by a handkerchief (because no one was supposed to see KISS without makeup until they relented this charade in the early 80s) and his arm around what appeared to be a suddenly very tiny Cher. None of her other boyfriends or husbands ever seemed so tall before.

Cher stories abound in endless KISS biographies. In KISS Behind the Mask (paperback pgs. 86-88), Gene talks about how Cher was the first real relationship of his life, how he thought Cher was “real Hollywood” and yet never really part of "that scene," how the industry felt their relationship was just a Casablanca publicity stunt.

You can also find juicy details about Gene’s feelings in his own biography, Kiss and Makeup (hardcover pg. 140-159). There’s a funny passage with Gene learning how to jog on the Malibu beach with Cher, Gene in leather pants and snakeskin boots. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, they run into Neil Diamond. Gene also recalls how they were refused habitation at The Dakota in New York City, the building depicted in Rosemary's Baby and where John Lennon lived and where he was murdered. On page 140, there’s a picture apropos of the time, with Gene, Cher, Bill Sameth and Neil Bogart.

KISS and Sell the Making of a Supergroup (softcover pg 180-186) recants their relationship and the breakup as well, with Gene leaving to Diana Ross and Cher to Les Dudek.

Years after all this KISStory was published, I’ve seen many cocky Gene appearances, from record release parties to video interviews to lectures, all with Gene posing arrogant and debauched. The family series, although a far cry from surprising innocence of Ozzy in The Osbournes, turns this Gene-myth on its head. However, many of the situations on the show feel inauthentic, like phony reality show setups (such as long-time girlfriend Shannon Tweed sending Gene to fat camp and Gene bribing a driving instructor to win a driving test). Despite this, the take-away from the show is how decent Gene comes across and how normal and cool his kids, Sophie and Nick, seem to be, especially the witty and charming Nick. (If only I were 16, I'm just saying.) Tales of the playboy Gene seem like all too much shtick. This isn’t a far cry from what Cher told People Magazine circa 1978 and 1979 that underneath all the showbiz bravado, there was a big softie underneath.

There was a smattering of brouhaha involving Cher during early publicity for the show. Apparently on Howard Stern, Gene and Sharon bickered over the fact that Cher still sends Valentines to Gene. There’s also been one episode so far invoking Cher's name. Cher sent Genie a picture of herself and Shannon tells of swapping out Cher's photo but keeping the frame. It’s hard to take even this drama seriously when you watch Family Jewels. Shannon doesn’t sound convincingly pissed and one can't but wonder if Cher was probably just professional networking.


Kiss and Make Up

Movieworld76april_1Okay. I feel bad about my last post. I’m sorry. I’ve been there, man. Once I told my family I was skipping vacation with them in order to camp out for tickets to a John Waite show. That obsessive moment is still part of family lore. However, my worst story took place when I was 13 or 14 years old. I freaked out when my Dad couldn’t get the VCR working to tape Cher on The Phil Donahue Show. The show was airing and not only was our VCR on the fritz, but so was the cable!I thought I was in the third circle of Hell. I had a bona fide conniption fit. My father calmly walked out of the room and refused to fix or repair anything for me for a year! I learned my lesson. Don’t freak out at the person trying to help you tape Cher on The Phil Donahue Show. Years later I saw a bootleg copy of the show. And believe me, finally watching it didn’t cause any revelations in my life; but I love collecting Cher stuff, there is no doubt. I am, myself, obsessed. I too am an introverted soul who has, in times past, found it easier to profess love for celebrities than for real people. Real people can be so nutty. The truth is if we knew them, celebrities would drive us nuts, too. Having the luxury of not knowing them makes it so much easier to love them.

And so the intervention I recommend is not a pill I wouldn’t swallow myself. For every thirty hours of celebrity obsession, do one hour of community service or one hour hour (at least) of self-education on world events if you can't stand the thought of getting out there in the real world just yet. I wouldn’t give up my box of Cher magnets and I wouldn’t ask you to give up your worn-out six-inch single of “Wasn’t It Good.”


What’s It All About….Alfie

Pic19490Something’s been nagging my craw the last two days: obsession with trivial things. Don’t say it! I know what you’re thinking. Let me just split hairs here for a minute. I’m specifically talking about people who freak out over trivial things due to their unchecked obsession. If you have an obsession, good for you. I’m not here to judge. Just don’t get your nylons in a snit over it is all I'm sayin'.

Who reminded me of this issue: 1) someone on the Cher Yahoo group who has been chronically upset about the Cher auction and 2) Yankee fans. The chronically upset Cher fan has been complaining about the inappropriateness of the Cher auction and poor Cher fans (as in Cher fans with no money not Cher fans with misfortunes such a living rooms never to be graced with the presence of a Cher end table). I like opinions. I’m all for opinions. It’s good to have an opinion and flex it. Especially on voting day. But this person is seriously upset, such as they say: beyond the pale. Her latest beef is over the high-priced hard cover auction catalog from Sotheby’s that has yet to arrive, days after the auction is over. Maybe Sotheby’s is waiting for Cher to sign them. We don’t really know. A frustrating delay—I agree. But this one’s really pissed off. Meanwhile, the recently departed Yankee player Cory Lidle (his private plane recently slammed into an Upper East Side Manhattan building) had to call into the New York Mike and the Mad Dog Radio radio program the day before his death to defend himself against comments such as this: “"Cory, tell me what other Yankee fan out there is getting to enjoy his Monday after you guys stunk the house out! Sorry pal, but people who make 20 million dollars a year to do a job don't get to enjoy a day with their family when they didn't do their job!" A day later, he’s dead.

Now why exactly couldn’t Mad Dog enjoy October 10, 2006? Because his neighborhood baseball team lost a season? A baseball team that wins pretty much every other freakin season? That’s what makes it impossible for him to function as a happy person?

Be careful when you’re a fan. Is this a life and death interest for you? Does this team or person actually improve your quality of life? Be honest. Does this team or person help you earn a living? Can your team or person influence or alter world events? Has this team or person directly helped you in some way that didn’t involve just being there for you? Did their “being there for you” at any time involve a ticket of admission or receipt from Tower Records? It's very possible you may be taking the fan relationship too personally. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news. You're obsessed. Unless you’re a fan of Bono (and it’s still questionable what influence he’ll have on the world all at the end of the day). Maybe a baseball player or an artist is some hero of yours, maybe they keep you from a daily descent into the blues. So be it. It’s not war and death. Short of war and death and your local Piggly Wiggly strike, calm down. Some of you are celebrity obsessed and your affliction is creepy. Go watch Animal Planet and talk yourself down! Or better yet, go read the news. No People Magazine or Sports Illustrated for a week for you!

The Kurt Loder Style of Public Speaking

Mejavierchristopher Last Thursday, October 5, I was also on The Megan Mullally Show for one split second. Last July, they did some coverage of the Cher Convention. I did an interview for them, my friend Christopher Brisson read some Cher haikus and they covered the events of the day, including the Cher seminar and the Family Feud game which I hosted. I was more than a tad worried they would do a Daily Show aren’t-these-people-loony sort of send-up of us based on a review of the show I had read two weeks ago. I was sweating bullets actually. I’m a Cher dork. Does America have to see me in action? I mean seriously, I can hide behind the blog. I resolved to tell no one if I found out when the show would air. Okay, not that I don’t deserve it, mind you. Obsessive behavior deserves a kick in the pants once in a while. I’m with the program, believe me. I just hate to watch myself getting the kick in the pants. But thank Buddha, they were kind. I let out a sigh of relief after the swift showing of my disheveled self passed in a lineup of Cher Scholars: Christopher, me and Javier waxing authoritatively on The Cher Show. Hours after this shot was taken (see above), I was over buying a Cher beach towel when the man running my credit card mentioned he had heard me leading the seminar. He said it was very interesting and that I had a writer’s cadence of speaking. He said “you can get over that.” What? Did he just say I talk like Kurt Loder? Which means basically I suck at public speaking, right? I thew him a fake smile and walked away with my Cher towel. Thankfully none of this horrific stiffness can be seen on Megan Mullally. You will see Phil Costa showcasing his impressive Cher trivia knowledge. Phil has entered Convention trivia contests for many years now and always came in second place due to a bad bit of luck. It's great to see him get spotlight for his trivia prowess. There’s also funny coverage of twins Wanda Corn and Linda Vala, but unfortunately no mention of the fundraisee, the Children’s Craniofacial Association. Did someone stick a very bad wig on my head while I wasn't looking? What is that?

People….People Who Need People…

Halloweendog I’ve only been blogging for a week and I’m already behind. There just so much to talk about: auction wrap-up, Cher-kid activity, my favorite Cher sites, goings on in forum chat, the Convention, Cher outfit watch. Today I planned to talk about some Cherities as I’d been razing Cher’s massive redecorating efforts and wanted to take a moment to discuss her more noble causes. But it’s week two and I’m already feeling overwhelmed and wishing Cher would take a Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous moment to San Tropez so I can catch my breath.

This past weekend I took some time to answer initial feedback and response to the I Found Some Blog and it reminded me I should take a moment to discuss the unheralded but steadfast Cher fan community the auction had recently put me back in touch with.

At the auction preview, I spoke with impersonator Chad Michaels and fans Erika DeCiutiis (contributor to the first Cher Zine) and Javier Ozuna (who ran this year’s museum at the convention and spoke on the seminar panel). I also connected with fans on the yahoo group Cher—about Halloween costumes and controversy regarding the auction. See? I don’t even have time to talk about that! In a nutshell, many fans were defending Cher’s choice to auction off her discards;  but a few claimed she was making a fool of her fans and “laughing all the way to bank.” My note to fans who are still upset about not snagging an overpriced Cher shawl: Go visit Starwares.  Maybe due to all this bickering, no one seemed to be posting on their auction winnings. Maybe they were embarrassed, having spend too much on a pair of Raybans. I came out and brazenly asked, did anyone I know clinch anything?

A few did. One fan picked up a costume for 8k, another bought the child-sized Cher show jacket for a little over 1k. Eileen Bovee picked up a book with some Cher scrawl in it and the Pascal Morabito reversible watch (lot #426) for 3k. Another fan got a French gilt-metal picture frame (lot #742) for a steal at $650.

I also leaned that LA-based, kitschy slide-show archivist Charles Phoenix was at the auction doing a story for NPR. He mentioned the Hearst Castle connection as noted by Ape Culture during the preview. He also interviewed Bob Mackie himself and a representative from Comisar, a large archivist of TV memorabilia, who was willing to outbid fans for Bob Mackie dresses which Comisar called touchstones of the 70s, worth many thousands of dollars.

By last Friday I felt like I had been to a business conference and had passed out business cards like Willy Loman to familiar cohorts I run into once every few years. Through casual emails you do come to know more about fellow fans than just Cher stuff. It’s nice to find out what else is going on in other lives. How’s your husband? How’s work going? Thanks for including me in that mass mailing of dogs in Halloween outfits.

I’m just feeling my way through this blogging stuff but I think I’m learning what sets the medium apart from diary posts on a website. For some reason, blogging is a more seamless way of connecting with people. It’s like a website has this invisible wall separating the creator from the readers. Blogging is not just the sum of its cold facts and flat opinions…and it certainly has the power to rise above extensively self-absorbed diatribery. I’m surprised to find there’s something more social about it, possibly even something more human.