Bah! Humbug!

I was just in the car, listening to the CBC and they played a song called "Home for Christmas" by Kim Stockwood (who put out that "You Jerk" song from a few years ago, I think).

I loathe christmas songs put out by contemporary artists. There is not a single one in the last forty years (at least) that is anything more than a gee-whiz rehashing of siting by the fire and drinking egg-nog (Stockwood added rum, which was a new touch). Bad as a single song is, many artists feel the need to put out entire albums of poorly rendered holiday gibberish evoking over the course of an hour or so how much they love being in the presence of holly, bells, chocolate, and Santa. Possibly worse still are the videos for these songs which feature the singer (if she's female) singing raunchily to Santa Claus who smiles knowingly to the camera. Thanks Mariah, but I don't ever want to picture Santa having sex.

Also insipid: Pictures of bright shiny pop tarts recording these cheese-a-thons in the studio while wearing Santa Claus hats.

It's the new WORST THING EVER.

See this?



POINTLESS! I will hear no arguments about how it isn't christmas without Mariah Carey's ass in my face!

What is she thinking when she's posing for pictures like this? Seriously, what is passing through her mind when the photographer says "I need a little more ass. Can you bend over the colourfully wrapped gifts a bit? Oh, and don't forget to cheat out your tit a little more. The vacant stare is great, by the way"? Anyone have an idea?