First she marries child-groom Nick Cannon, a stunt the whole world surely thought was a hoax or, at the very least, a grand publicity stunt.
Then she continues cranking out a series of panty-flashing, bikini-writhing videos, each successive one having less and less of a plot other than "Mariah touches her elbows behind her back."
Finally, we get the cover of Elle, where it's Uh-oh! The teen stripper next door can't keep her skirt on!God bless you, Mimi, but we get it already—your thighs haven't looked this good since "One Sweet Day" and you're excited about that. But don't forget that you're doing your deep, meaningful lyrics a complete disservice by shilling your tits over the art, doll.
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