When I was a little girl, I started my performing career at a dinner club in Nebraska called Club 89. It's not there anymore, but I have some fond memories of that place.
During last night's Idol, one memory came flooding back in the form of glistening rhinestones.
You see, there was this one microphone that was studded with rhinestones that I used to LOVE using when I'd get up on stage to sing.
I'd almost forgotten about this mic until I was watching Mariah with her faux diamond mic stand and microphone. Along with her faux band and faux vocals.
Anyway. I guess a girl never outgrows the need for a glitter and glam. I just thought they were supposed to outgrow that stuff by the time they reached their adult-hood.
Apparently Mariah never got over it.