Sometimes I question my disdain for the Spice Girls and I take to the interwebz in search of the key lessons I assume I must have missed out on throughout my adolescence because who doesn’t like the spice girls but then I’ll come across a picture with all of the spices in those awful over exaggerated girl power poses and a grating sensation familiar to the one I had the first time I saw them on MTV washes over me confirming that choosing to bone Michael M in the tattered backseat of his Chevelle to Wu Tang instead of going to see Spice World with my friends was indeed the right decision.
wins.