Posts Tagged ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’

Dear Nick Cannon…

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

It’s being reported (as if this is real news or something) that Mariah Carey’s husband Nick Cannon won’t let her wear heels anymore, now that she’s pregnant with twins.  Men, do you not realize that we gals aren’t wearing heels for our health or because they’re comfy (surprise surprise — they’re not).  We wear them because every woman is secretly obsessed with Cameron Diaz’s legs in Charlie’s Angels and the only way mere mortals can attain anything even close to those sticks is by hoisting our heels up a few inches, thereby creating an optical illusion that we are tall and long and lean.  Fooled ya!   It’s a tried and try method which, by the way, is a shitload easier than eating right or doing time on the elliptical.

With that in mind, it seems like now (when she’s at her fattest/most pregnant) is a really crappy time for Mariah to be forced to give up her heels.  Sure she doesn’t want to go toppling over with babies on board, but what good is she to any of us if she quits her diva ways and turns into a fat ass in flats?

Each year around this time Mariah pops up on morning shows, late-night show, middle-of-the-day shows — oh and if there’s a parade, forget about it, she’s there — singing that one epic song I wait for all year and then, by December 20th or so I’ve heard it so much that just the first few chords make me want to strangle myself with a strand of Christmas lights:  “All I Want for Christmas Is You”.  Since I can’t bear to see a short and squat Mariah, all I want for Christmas is for her to ignore that impish little boy she calls a husband and let her true diva reign free this Christmas season.  Bring on the stilettos!

ps.  Here’s a version of Mariah’s song I did with a couple comedian pals of mine a few years ago…

pps. I posted this from 41D on a Delta flight thanks to handy free wi-fi.  That’s the back of my boarding pass up there.