Over at the HuffPo, Arianna writes up the party that Gawker Media chief Nick Denton threw for her in his apartment. He toasted her! She toasted him! Michael Stipe was there! Everyone made fun of Nikki Finke! And because it was so fabulous, Huffington is going to throw a party for Defamer!
There was much obsessive talk about the surging growth in online traffic and advertising. And the way old media moguls like Rupert Murdoch are set on becoming online media moguls as well. And the growing newspaper troubles — including more layoffs at the New York Times and circulation drops at the Washington Post, Los Angeles Times, Chicago Tribune, and San Francisco Chronicle.
And much was made of how unusual it was to have Denton throwing a party for one of his perceived competitors. But then one of the great things about the blogosphere is that it’s not a zero-sum game. It’s not like Good Morning America fighting to take away viewers from the Today Show — and now the other way around. The growth is limitless. Indeed, the growth of Denton’s sites made it easier for the Huffington Post, just as the growth of HuffPost makes it easier for others. And so much is about linking to each other. So a new site’s success can actually help boost your readership.
But trust me, the night wasn’t all business. When it came time for toasts, Denton hopped onto a table so everyone could see him and asked me to join him (which made me feel — as soon as I had kicked off my high heels, that is — right back in Greece).
I loved his toast, especially when he read from Nikki Finke’s hysterical review of HuffPost which, within hours of our existence, declared us “such a bomb that it’s the movie equivalent of Gigli, Ishtar, and Heaven’s Gate rolled into one.” To which Nick responded: “In the annals of media criticism that was a misjudgment as embarrassing as, well, ‘Dewey Defeats Truman.'”
It was such a great night, I decided on the spot to continue the tradition, and host an L.A. party for Defamer (and of course I’ll invite Ari).
Wow, I’m exhausted just reading about the party.
UPDATE: My social-butterfly sister was there and wrote the whole thing up! And it turns out Arianna “love[s] Fishbowl!” Which I guess means I’m invited to her next party!