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Mariah Carey on HSN – The Home Shopping Network

Oh. Gurrrrl.

Hallo mein amerikanischer Liebhaber! Ich bin’s DEREK!

As some of you may know I am back home in the rainy, stormy, depressing United States (specifically, Seattle) for a so-called “vacation” before I head back to Europe. For some reason or another a few days ago I spent a lavish evening at our beloved Owner/Editor of Dipped In Cream, (Eingetaucht in Creme) Diva J’s house for some much missed and needed gossip and eating.

Before we gorged ourselves on well-deserved peach cobbler Jules and I stumbled upon a treasure like no other: Mimoo on HSN hawking her over-priced wares!

Mimoo's Collection of gold-tone and silver-tone jurrr-reeee.

If you are unaware, Mariah/Mimoo/Mimi happens to be the ever-manly yet pregnant-with-twins, Mariah Carey.  What exactly is she trying to sell? For one thing, her God-awful butterfly/flower/turn your fingers green/fake/plated rings for a ridiculous price.  Though there are many things wrong with the merchandise itself, I really want to dissect the entire video so you readers can really understand why I am even writing an article about it.

For starters, Mariah is sitting on the couch in her “I don’t give a f*ck I’m pregnant” form with her hooves feet slightly hovering off the ground as if the twins are ready to jump out at any god-forsaken time. Plus, she’s wearing a shirt strictly devoted to her pregnancy.

Looking beyond that, we get many up-close shots of her giant NBA hands, which are much more manly compared to her fey male co-host–who just happens to have a light sensual coat of bubble-gum pink nail polish on his girly digits. F*ck me running–this whole time I feel like there are a lot of gender-reversal roles happening. I mean, Mariah being a macho man in his nicest drag, while trying to cover up his/her broad shoulders and huge paws, while the other guy with his meek Euro-accent and soft sensual hands, reminds me of a sissy school girl.

Really all I have to say is I don’t care for Mimi.   I think she’s kind of creepy for marrying that guy Nickelodeon Cannon.  She pointed out the fact that her wedding ring is super-shiny compared to her tacky butterfly rings…BUT…she can’t even tell when she sees them compared on camera…right.  Hi, back-pedal! Throughout the video the Euro-Trash Dude is constantly being a little ass hamster while trying to sell these butterfly rings that “Look as if they are flying away!” all the while reminding us that Mariah Carey had that one C.D.  back in the 90’s that was kind of popular and her inspiration for this collection.  (The one that was all about how she fled the prison of her mansion in Lon Guyland while she was married to Tommy Mattola.) They also talk about ensembles and her being pregnant a lot.  Almost too much.

This clip is SUPER-funny…

So I guess I myself don’t really understand why I wrote this except to do one thing; write about how much I don’t like Mariah Carey or her fake, expensive “jurrr-reeee”.

Arcade Fire Review – MUNICH!

Arcade Fire, Munich, and One Hell of a Joy-gasm…

Last night on November 28th Arcade Fire played an amazing show in Munich the capitol of Bavaria. The venue, a refurbished warehouse stricken with the name Zenith and a maximum capacity of about 7000. The crowd was dirty and pumped to see the best thing out of Canada since maple syrup. The show had been sold out for well over a month and it’s really no surprise.

The venue is located on the outskirts of Munich nestled between series of residential neighborhoods tying in a great feel of being in the suburbs. For those of you not on the wagon “The Suburbs” is Arcade Fire’s third and I think, best CD to date. The stage had a centered jumbo-tron with big stadium lights on each side. Again, I felt like I was at a baseball game in the suburbs rather than in one of Germany’s biggest cities. But enough with the set up, let’s get to the music!

The opening act for the evening was “Fucked Up!” A Toronto based band that really fucked up the first part of my night. A mix of scream-o-punk, I started wondering why Arcade Fire chose them to tour with, of all bands. I’m sure its some kind of Canadian brethren incest ordeal, but not my taste, and by the look of many German faces not theirs either. Especially when the lead singer dropped down into his skivvies. Mind you, the lead singer had more than enough “5 pounds” to lose.  Just so you can grasp the situation I was in, I would rather listen to Lea Michele sing.

After about eight songs and a longer than normal set-up time, the lights shut down, crowd perks up and Arcade Fire instantaneously starts their 90-110 minute non-stop set with “Ready to Start”! Oh boy, they were ready to start!   The night went on almost too quickly. They never gave the crowd a second to rest and I actually found myself dancing. I never dance in public…ever.  The great thing about this show was not just the great music but also the bountiful amounts of eye candy that the set and singers produced; the lead female singer/drummer/tambourine player really enjoys scarf dancing.

After the show everyone left exhausted wanting more and stepped outside to see 4 inches of new snow! It still hasn’t stopped snowing and I think I have the flu. It was well worth it though.