If you think Mariah Carey does every interview wearing lingerie while sipping champagne, there’s nothing in the new V Magazine interview that will dissuade you from that position. But, if you think Mimi is still fondling the silver balls of the Ghost of Christmas Past (Mimi, you’ve got a little tinsel in your teeth, dear), you’d be wrong. Additionally, if you thought stacking Grammys was her main objective, you need to go back to The Lambily Academy and repeat Mimi 101. Mariah doesn’t give a single figgy pudding about Grammys.
My thoughts and prayers are with whoever does Al Roker’s laundry. Because they’re going to have a bitch of a time trying to scrub out the wet butt cough he sharted into his chonies after being hit with the double platinum glamour of Sharon Stone and Mariah Carey!
Mariah Carey (did she finally get her hot tea?) is riding high on her redemptive NYE performance in Times Square. (“Redemptive” in this case meaning “doing a soundcheck prior to performing”.) She’s now free to go back to dispensing advice and defining the trends for all of her loving lambs out there. Mimi recently tweeted about a friend asking her to, ew, brunch. Check your wristwatch, Mimi’s friend, brunch time is over. It’s all about linner now! Continue reading
As expected, Mimi returned to the scene of the crime (aka Times Square) last night and yodeled out two of her songs, Vision of Love and Hero, during Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve. Everyone kept calling it “Mariah Carey’s redemption performance,” but please. The only tricks who needed to do some redeeming was the Emmys voters for not properly honoring that televised masterpiece wreck by giving it hundreds of awards.
Ever since Mariah Carey released “All I Want For Christmas Is You” in 1994, she’s morphed her career to work in tandem with Michael Bublé’s in that there is nothing playing in the T.J. Maxx dressing room post-Thanksgiving but their hits and a stray song or two about a reindeer. The Queen of Christmas (if she lets you call her that) has always been suspect to be a little too gung-ho on the holidays, and her latest tweet might confirm everyone’s suspicions. Continue reading
Nothing says Christmas like an overgrown majorette with one drunken breast staggering to the right. 2017 was almost on par with the previous year when it came to the amount of awful. But whereas 2016 was “The Year Everybody Good Died,” 2017 was “The Year Of Rape And Buffoonery.” There’s far too many examples to list, but this year was just one depressing revelation after another. It didn’t look that way at the starting gate. Mariah Carey’s waking nightmare (hers) of a NYE performance seemed to foreshadow a year of hilarity and mirth. Nope. It’s ok because Mariah’s returning to Times Square for a triumphant comeback performance. If she gets her old voice back and somehow pulls it off, maybe that means 2018 will be a year of peace and prosperity? I kid, North Korea is totally going to blow us up. Continue reading