Who's the sparkling force of nature bursting with Personality with cheekbones to die for? The effervescent host who rarely turns down a gig (or a cheesecake for that matter)? The glittery talk maven whose helpful and hilarious commentary you can't live without? It's Herman!

Yours truly was once described by noted photographer, Will Taylor, as being "A little sexy, a little sassy, but always classy." That's a lie I could live with. But frankly I've always preferred to live up to my parentally christened name, Herman.... as in "Half Her, Half Man"!

Now, I know what you are going to ask: "How did you become such a facetious, telegenic, yet cerebral, force of nature?" Despite what's written about me in the blogosphere, I was not born this way. In fact, I actually was born a shy flat-chested nerd, not the celestial sensation you've come to know. I've since ditched the shy and nerd bit, but am still working on the flat-chested part. Nevertheless, it took me beaucoup practice to achieve such an over-rated opinion of myself. You see, I languished during my childhood as a bashful youngster trapped in suburbia who spent his lunch periods dodging slings and arrows from upper middle class juvenile delinquents. I was nothing more than a mousy bookworm whose only solace was running home after a day of ridicule to watch Ricki Lake.

Somehow, I muddled my way through adolescence and by some miracle of God, I got myself into a small liberal arts college. My first taste of freedom at U.C. Berkeley liberated me! I felt such a sense of relief when I got there and realized: "Golly, there are other weirdos in this world too... and, they think I'm their leader!" Emboldened that I might be a vanguard for fellow fruitcakes and odd balls, slight inklings of self-confidence began bubbling up to the surface... and just in time too, for an opportunity was about to land in this ugly duckling's lap.

I was timidly helping out on a photoshoot where the model just wasn't panning out. After he was released, Billy Winters, the photographer, barked "Hermie, drop those hangers, get in front of the camera and let's finish off this roll." Next thing I knew, my face was splattered like pigeon droppings across news stands. Perhaps I wasn't a troll after all (oh, getting that hump removed off my back really helped too). At any rate, it was a much needed ego boost and served as my accidental, albeit fortuitous, foray into showbiz. As I amassed more gigs, this shrinking violet blossomed into a lively lotus (or stink weed depending whom you ask). Incidentally, around the same time, my friends at Visa and American Express were hounding me. In an effort to un-friend them, I began hocking homes.

As it turned out, thanks to my no-nonsense way and disarming charm, I became quite the real estate whiz, closing escrows left and right! (See www.hermanchan.com) In fact, my show Habitat for Hermanity has caused quite the sensation. It's "Real Estate with a Punchline." I skewer the real estate business, poke fun at my fellow agents all the while empowering buyers and sellers with behind-the-scene tips and secrets of the industry! Realtor Magazine didn't christen me as the Internet Sensation Videoblogger for nothing. Get a glimpse beyond the glitz and glam of real estate. It's a hot mess! (And so am I!)

Along with my over 11,000 followers/fans on facebook and twitter, you have most likely seen me on HGTV, House Hunters, My House is Worth What, CBS, MSNBC, KOFY-TV, KRON-TV, the real estate documentary Moving Up, Moving Out. Or perhaps you've read my articles for Echelon Magazine, Asian Real Estate Magazine, Agent Genius Magazine, or Realtor Magazine.

My effervescent personality, like a well-made g-string, was bursting at the seams. There was nowhere else for it to go but on the boob tube! It wasn't long before I found my way on TV where I am now exploited as the little ball of sunshine in people's ugly sordid lives. Maybe someday, somewhere out there, another shy flat-chested nerd will run home to take solace after a day of ridicule to watch this facetious, telegenic, yet cerebral, force of nature.