Mariah bares all and tells much in "Interview" magazine
"I don't know why everything I like has to be, like - the most expensive limestone that was somebody's antique floor in France. For some reason, I always gravitate toward that." So says Mariah Carey, telling Interview's Ingrid Sischy why she doesn't own very much art. Her tastes are too extravagant.
But it's hard to begrudge Mariah her luxurious cravings. She came from very little. Indeed two sentences later she's telling Sischy about experiences as a waitress, being denied her tips, which "I sometimes stole. I feel bad about that now, but you know, it was a tip; what are you going to do?"
Mariah talks a lot about her troubled upbringing, her controlling marriage to record mogul Tommy Mottola (she muses that perhaps if he'd even allowed her to go out with girlfriends to a day spa, they might still be together. Sometimes all a woman wants is a seaweed wrap), and there is much about her house, her adoring fans, her idol Marilyn Monroe. But there is no sense of Mariah's intimate life - no man, no stated desires for children, no slowing down even temporarily to contemplate these things.
For all her success, all her invariable good cheer, all those paparazzi pics that show her forever poised and posed in her peek-a-boo outfits, there is something poignant about Mariah, not tragic. She had her brief train-wreck breakdown in 2001, but recovered triumphantly. Perhaps she is simply smart and classy, and keeps her private happiness private.
I hope so. She signs her notes to me, "The diva next door." But she seems more a strong-willed little girl playing dress-up, and waiting for something else to happen. Something even bigger than the big dreams she has made come true. But for the time being ... she's naked on Interview's cover. (Baltimore Sun)
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