This crooner (who has the "close your eyes and sing" thing down pat) has been making the rounds of the mommy blogger conference circuit lately, something I find, well, absolutely creepy. Mann is obviously being handled by peeps who are not only tapped into social media (he Twitters!) but who are tapped into the mom scene as well. You can almost hear the "Moms control 80% of household spending" mantra being whispered in his ear every time his fingers fondle his iPhone. "Keep Twittering, Chris. This is your audience. Forget about the hot teenage daughters, their moms are the ones who will be swiping their debit cards to buy your CDs at Walmart! Tweet them, Chris! Tweet them!"
I was subjected to all kinds of gushy Tweets about him from the women his MannFans at the BlissDom conference (And gosh! Not one of them mentioned anything about his penis!) and then, much to my dismay, he was the featured entertainment at one of the Mom 2.0 Summit parties.
We were all having a great time drinking hurricanes, socializing, and bouncing to 80's DJ music. (Our music.) Nothing kills a party vibe (and the will to converse) faster than acoustic artists no one has ever heard of singing sad, lonely songs no one has ever heard of. "Help," I texted to my BFF Bad Kitty who was home in San Francisco. "I'm in emo hell." She copped a look at Mann's photo and texted back, "You mean the guy with his razor set to pussy?" Exactly. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time at Mom 2.0, but I was looking for the bus back to the hotel at the first pluck of Mann's guitar string. Note to party planners: Next year, no entertainment needed.
Anyway, Chris Mann appears to be the latest cougar bait for women of a certain age. We'll take a pass. We're happy with the old cougar bait. Like the one below.