Ever looked at something so terrible you just couldn't take your eyes off of it? It's sort of like a train wreck, only worse, because in Mariah's case, she thinks she's doing well. She looks so happy. Maybe no one wanted to break it to her that she's dancing like small children refer to her as Nana. I mean, the way she moves makes me think of molasses more so than, honey, but really, she looks so happy. I shouldn't take that away from her. Do your thing, Mimi. Lean wit it. Rock wit it. Dip it mid-way. Pick it up at a mysteriously slow pace. Shimmy side-to-side. Twork (it's as close to twirkin' as she'll ever get). Strangely enough, this is still neck-and-neck with LeToya Luckett.
