mariah carey, jugs and knockers

Just saw Mariah Carey on C4. She was prancing around in precious little, twisting about in awkward angles, cleavage … actually, I almost think it’s better described as plates of Jello stuck to a bit of shirt, where the shirt was worn as a dress. Sigh, what has happened to the once soulful songstress who hit notes which only dogs could hear?! I used to like her songs. I had nothing against the soppy love songs and syrupy lyrics she used to write. But now, her videos resemble a corny, low budget, bad porn movie (NOT that I have actually seen any…). Is that what happens to women close to 40, clinging onto youth by a bra strap?! What kills me is her facial expression, presumably to appear provocatively sexy. The result was more like a very cheap hooker on K Road (again, not that I have actually hired one before) trying to get some business. What happened to aging gracefully?! I suppose no one would even consider me sane when I say that I think Helen Mirren is beautiful. Not to mention Nigella Lawson. In the age when stick insects with 2 jugs stuck in the midriff region regarded as beautiful, I can only confess that I am a bit of a radical in this department. It’s INFURIATING how people keep advocating for tolerance of differences, celebrating individuality, yet we have SUCH narrow allowance for acceptable appearance! I am by no means a feminist. I like a man who is strong, decisive and in control, much like my current boss, in fact. He’s tall, wise, dependable, knowledgeable yet sensitive (paused to wipe saliva off…). I feel safe in his presence. I freely admit that I like being protected. What I do protest, is the rigid fixation on youth, objectivification of women into warm blooded sex toys. Having talented singers like MC reducing herself to 2 jugs and an ass, is Shakespearian tragedy material. Hmm, I wonder why I am so looking forward to Thursday’s comedy show with people from work…wa hahahaha.