Mariah Carey is one of the most famous singers of her time. She is 54 years old now and recently got a lot of attention for an outfit she wore. Let’s see why people are talking about her clothing choice…
Mariah Carey caught many eyes at a big event full of well-dressed celebrities. People noticed her because she wore a very bold outfit.
At the third annual Recording Academy Honors, Mariah wore a dress that some people thought was unusual. It was a cream-colored dress that fit her body closely. The dress had a corset with sheer caramel-colored tulle details. It looked very good on her.
The dress also had a deep neckline that showed off her figure in a way some people thought was not appropriate.
While many fans loved Mariah Carey’s look, with one saying, “I like it,” and another saying the dress seemed to be “MADE for her,” not everyone felt the same way.
Some people thought the dress was not appropriate for someone her age. One person commented, “Maybe in the early ’90s, Mariah, but that’s not really something you should be wearing at 54.” Another person added, “At a certain age you just need to cover it up,” and a third said, “Someone needs to remind her that she’s 54, not 24.”
Mariah Carey is used to getting critical comments online. People often leave judgmental messages on her social media. In 2017, she posted pictures of herself with her then-boyfriend Bryan Tanaka on Instagram and got many mean comments about her weight.
One person wrote, “Mariah, you need to lose some weight because you’re starting to look like a whale.” Others said she looked “like a tease” and told her to “cover those airbags” or that she “looked gross.” Mariah has received many unfair comments like these over the years.
People always have a lot of opinions about what celebrities wear. However, what really matters is how the celebrity feels in their clothes. Mariah Carey has every right to wear a dress that some people might not like.
My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson
Scarlett is at her wit’s end, balancing a demanding career and a teething baby while her husband, Dave, sleeps peacefully with noise-canceling headphones. When he dismisses her pleas for help, Scarlett hatches a cunning plan to make him experience her sleepless nights.
I need to vent about something.
My name’s Scarlett, and I’ve been married to Dave for 25 years. We’ve got three kids: a 12-year-old soccer fanatic, an 8-year-old aspiring astronaut, and our newest addition, Lily, who’s six months old.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids to bits, but balancing a demanding career and raising these little humans is no joke.
Dave and I used to be this power couple. But lately, he’s been avoiding his share of nighttime baby duty.
Picture this: I’m pacing the room with a screaming, teething baby at 2 a.m., while he’s blissfully asleep, noise-canceling headphones on, listening to some darn calming ocean waves or whatever. It’s infuriating!
So, here’s the setup. It was one of those nights. Lily was teething and inconsolable. I’d tried everything—rocking, feeding, singing lullabies. Nothing worked. Exhausted and at my wits’ end, I shook Dave awake.
“Dave, I need help. Lily’s been crying for hours,” I pleaded, my voice barely masking my frustration.
He groaned and pulled off his headphones. “Scarlett, I have to be up early. My job is demanding. Can’t you handle it?”
“Seriously, Dave?” I snapped, feeling the hot sting of tears in my eyes. “I’ve been handling it all night. I need some support here.”
He rolled his eyes and turned away. “I need my sleep. I can’t function at work if I’m exhausted.”
That was it. The tipping point. His words stung more than they should have. I felt like I was drowning, and he was just floating by, oblivious. Something had to change. I couldn’t keep feeling this undervalued and alone.
That’s when I hatched my plan.
I’m not proud of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to modify his precious headphones, planting a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. Yeah, it was sneaky, but I was desperate for him to understand my struggle.
I activated the speaker. The sound of a baby crying filled his headphones. He shot up, confused and irritated.
“Scarlett, did you hear that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“Hear what?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
He shook his head and stumbled over to Lily’s crib.
“Dave, I think you’re just stressed,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Maybe you should help with Lily more often. It might help you sleep better.”
He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered, but the doubt was there.
By the end of the week, Dave was a wreck.
He was snapping at the kids, his patience worn thin.
“Scarlett, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t take this anymore. I’m hearing things, and I’m exhausted.”
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.
“Dave, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady but filled with the weight of the past few nights.
He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “What is it? Just tell me.”
One peaceful night, after a particularly calm evening with Lily finally asleep, we crawled into bed, both of us utterly exhausted. Dave pulled me close, his arm wrapped around me.
“Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Thank you, Dave,” I whispered back. “For being my partner.”
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