As a young Mariah Carey fan who had completely worn out her copy of Daydream, I vividly remember watching the "Honey" video in 1997 and subsequently having my world rocked. At 12 years old, I couldn't believe that my precious Mariah Carey - she of frolicking in flowers, riding roller coasters, and crooning on a tire swing at Summer camp - was doing choreography. In a bikini top. With sailors. But by the time the "Heartbreaker" video dropped two years later, I was fully committed to the cleavage-baring, choreographed-dancing Carey. I chopped the waistband off all my jeans and dedicated myself to learning dance moves, which I expertly performed for friends at sleepovers. If this was the "new" Mariah Carey, then dammit, I was going to be "new" too.

Fast-forward to today: Mimi has long been emancipated, and I'll always credit her with helping me feel comfortable expressing my own budding sexuality...