It's almost enough to turn you into a vegetarian, because now I think I understand how the cows feel when they're being fattened up for the slaughter.
Last night I had the rather dubious honor of attending the WNBC Bloggers Summit, held at the WNBC Studios at Rockefeller Center, accompanied by
Tata,
DBK,
Mary Ann,
ModFab, and
Melina.
While the invitation talked about refreshments being served, I, being a person of not preposterous girth, but of some girth, tend to use the Scarlett O'Hara tactic of eating something before going in, so that I can pick daintily at a cookie, fan myself, and chuckle "Oh, fiddle-dee-dee" at whomever I'm talking with at the moment. However, most of the crowd immediately succumbed to the Inexorable and Irresistable Power of Free Food, causing a chow line to snake out the door of Studio 6B, from whence
Today in New York, the local morning news show and gabfest, is Actually!!! Broadcast!!! Now, given how mainstream media feels about bloggers, and given that we had actually volunteered the enter the Belly of the General Electric Beast, the whole affair had a distinct "fatten them up till they're good and groggy, then slaughter them" air.
At that point, decisions must be made: Do you want to die WITH having eaten the brownie, or WITHOUT it. I, of course, chose the former, and as one would expect from being in such an ersatz environment, it looked far better than it tasted. Of course, that was the precise moment when a size 00 who looked to be about fourteen years old came over to our little middle-aged group and introduced herself as Erin, the "Interactive Content Specialist", who had not only sent the invitations, but encouraged bloggers to pass it on to their friends, essentially inviting the select few she had contacted directly to get others to crash her party.
It's pretty clear why Erin was selected to spearhead Capital N New Capital M Media development at NBC. She's young, friendly, attractive but not intimidatingly so, and because she talks in scallops like a Valley girl circa 1987, with the annoying habit of liberally peppering her speech with the word "really" (which she pronounces "rilly"), you can see that the suits decided, "Let's let Erin spearhead this. She's young and she must know all about blogs -- you know, that MyFacebook thing all the kids are using." I would love to know what was going through Erin's mind when the average of the crowd that showed up appeared to be somewhere around 38, with at least a third of the room being old enough to have conceived her ourselves.
Before enough of the shrimp could be consumed to prevent the night staff from having a treat, shrimp that they kept reminding the bloggers in attendance they had provided, we were given the special treat of being herded across the hall to Studio 6A, which is WHERE CONAN O'BRIEN'S SHOW IS ACTUALLY TAPED!!!! I guess we're supposed to be impressed with this, but while I like Conan, and believe he is
Marc Maron's perfect foil, his studio, like the celebrities who plop their fannies in the ugly 1960's-looking furniture therein, is far smaller and less impressive than one would think. Of course Melina and I, the
Morning Seditionists that we are, immediately turned to each other, and said "Look! It's Marc's chair!
Then we found out why we were there: It's because television news is scared shitless of bloggers, and local television news is pooping in its collective pants with terror, because the informal network that is blogtopia is able to get a story and disseminate it far more quickly than they can. They understand that the future is delivery of content online, and they also understand that right now we do it better than thay do. So, having spent what must be a boatload of cash to lure the Cute But Not As Pretty As Either
Naveen Andrews Or
Sendhil Ramamurthy Sree Sreenivasan from WABC, the suits at GE decided to make him the the public face their push to embrace new media.
So far, so good, right? But now we get to the pitch, and it's a pitch that Mary Ann, ModFab and I have heard over and over again during our experience with writing movie reviews online: You give us your content, and we give you "credit." That it took them a half-hour of business babble to reach this point, and that this pitch followed an opening statement that WNBC's site doesn't get much traffic, merely illustrates the problem.
It was perfectly clear that the suits in the executive suites at NBC have read enough in their business magazines and newspapers, and seen enough of the impact of internet content delivery in their bottom line, to know that Houston, they have a problem. And while their pathetic, if well-meaning attempt to "reach out to bloggers" indicates a commendable willingness to work with bloggers, rather than simply regard us as pajama-clad losers living in our parents' basements, they are still very much tied to their one-way "push" model of content delivery. The suits still not only believe that simply bringing in "blogger content" wills somehow make their own online endeavors magically work, they also believe that "credit" from a conventional news web site that they have already admitted few people visit is hardly an inducement. Needless to say, "cash for content", at which point a few people in the room other than the twentysomething goths and other assorted late adolescents sprinkled around the room might pay attention, was never mentioned.
The WNBC executives who held this affair still don't get it. The event was taped for the 11:00 news last night, and they made damn sure that the only so-called bloggers that received face time were those associated with larger sites, such as
Gothamist,
Media Bistro,
Best Week Ever, and
Gawker. Occasionally a smaller player received the microphone, but since these people tended to ask the really tough questions rather than hold forth on how fabulous new media is, they didn't receive the face time of the Big Boys and Girls of Gossip Blogging. The only arguably political blogger interviewed with face time was with the
Wall Street Journal's
Opinion Journal, which shows you that despite all the talk of New Media at WNBC, General Electric is still calling the shots.
As I looked around the room, I saw a sea of largely over-35 faces, most of them looking at each other and rolling their eyes. One intrepid soul managed to note that the problem with local news is that it only seems to cover fires and murders. The WNBC news program director noticed the lack of enthusiasm that met his shiny new bauble of Being Given Credit By "Real" News, and finally blurted out in sheer frustration after the crowd a) was not impressed with the fact that the 80-year-old Gabe Pressman's Sunday interview show is now streamed live over the web; and b) noted that we don't watch the network news because we're watching
The Daily Show, "How many of you think we should just eliminate television news?" My response, echoed by most of the room, was "Keep Olbermann and get rid of the rest of it."
Throughout this whole ordeal, which ran nearly an hour overtime and from which one was not permitted to exit early, our little crew sat near the back of the room, snickering and snarking and waiting to be given detention. One woman from a small newspaper noted that she would have rather listened to what we were saying. But being able to meet up with online friends, combined with an interesting and useful conversation about political blogging with
Jeff Feldman of Frameshop on the subway afterwards, made shlepping into the city on a worknight worthwhile.
But if the executives at WNBC really wants to know how blogs have become so influential and how they can move towards an embrace of new media, perhaps they might try actually reading some.
UPDATE: Don't take my word for it, read the recaps of the evening from my partners in snark, who quite frankly, are far more entertaining than I am on the subject:
ModFab: 10 Things I Learned At The New York Bloggers Summit
Melina: Welcome to the Blogerrati...I Will Be Your Hostess: Conan's Studio, Marc's Chair, Jumbo Shrimp, and then..Mind Meld! The Long Version...;-)
Tata: I Am the Passenger
Labels: blogging, WNBC. Blogger Summit