Really? I see him as more of a Ginger man. I mean, she just seems like she’d be wild in the sack, plus she’s got the boobs and the badonkadonk.
The Spice Girls made my trajectory simulation enter an infinite loop, de-couple the quaternions, and deliver the payload to the wrong target.
I think that photo must be mislabeled. It’s gotta be Michael jackson after another round of bleaching.
Buuurrrn theeeemmmmm! 
They turned me into a newt! And I haven’t got better.
I’ll jump on that bandwagon. The Spice Girls drove my bother insane and made him declare himself the King of Raleigh.
True Story.
Way back in 1997, my brother was dating a girl from Argentina. She was planning on visiting home for Christmas that year, so she and my brother exchanged gifts early. She gave him the Spice Girls CD. He was very gracious, and instead of immediately pitching it as soon as she left town for three weeks, he kept it. Not only did he keep it, he figured that when she came over, she would want to listen to the CD, so he started conditioning himself to it. He listened to that CD several times a day for three weeks.
Flash forward to New Years Day. He and I were at our friend’s house drinking beer and the bowl games. My brother suddenly declared himself King. Sure, it could have been the sure-fire combination of beer and chips that made him do this, but I’m blaming the Spice Girls.
This is exactly what I liked about them too - they were all such different people, with their own style. Scary Spice was my favorite, I loved her hair.
(I’m also slightly embarassed to say that I kinda like(d) their music too, but then I’m not terribly picky when it comes to music…)
The Spice Girls are clearly responsible for the Fanta Girls, they suck, but not me, so that’s bad.
I have seen evidence of the Spice girls on the Polar ice caps trying to melt it with their hottness.
Oh great, now I have ‘If you wanna be my lover’ stuck in my head, so the resulting work place massacre is their fault too.
If your baby gets cut, it might seem scary, but will leave him feeling sporty and looking posh for the rest of his life. Ginger.
That explains it.
I don’t know. It seems to me they were all pretty much the same underneath; pop stars selling commercialized sexuality. OK, as women we can have different interests (as long as it’s a sexy interest) and styles, yay, but I can’t recall anyone ever telling me that I couldn’t have my own interests in the first place. And the main message was that we should show our legs and shimmy a lot if we wanted attention.
So that just doesn’t strike me as very feminist; sex is great and all, but if I want to be taken seriously I have to use my brain and my skills. Sex as power seems to me to be to be not much more than the old days of courtesans, who weren’t really so powerful after all. You don’t get into Parliament that way. Or something.
Scary Spice did have great hair though.
“Girl Power” wasn’t the Spice Girls saying “Be like us!”. It was them saying “Be who you want to be!”
True, only now… not so much. Which is odd, because it was back then that Geri was showing them all how to binge and purge.
Is feminism in any sort of dire straits? I mean, are there still any influential people who seriously contend that women must spend their lives barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen? For that matter, is there really anyone important who thinks it’s genuinely okay to pay women less than men, or deny them jobs because of their sex? I sort of thought we’d reached a consensus on this stuff.
Really? I don’t think they’re much thicker, on average, than these slut du jours. (Picture safe for work if you work in a brothel. Okay, it’s safe for work period, but just barely.) But I think they started, or made mainstream, the thread that these ladies followed.
Has anyone else noticed that now it’s the “thick” girls who are the sexpots, and the skinny ones merely actors? But that the thick girls of today are the skinny ones of 20 years ago with boobjobs, and the thinner ones thinner than that? The skinny girls of today were inconceivable 20 years ago.
Demi Moore was considered fairly butch and very skinny in her heyday. If she was that age now, she’d be merely average in Hollywood; in reality, she’s gotten even thinner and still has no career.
They came for me under cover of darkness. Silk rasping against leather. The tinkle of small iron chains.
Their brand of evil hates the light.
Their foul words drew me in. Their wicked faces tempted me. Soon my formerly comfortable chair became a prison from which there would be no escape. My fingers were numb, powerless to rescue me.
My mind, once sharp, was pounded dull by the relentless beat and saccharine smiles. Drool pooled within my slack jaw, then overflowed.
In the end I was saved by Jean Claude Van Damme. Bloodsport pushed them off the screen, freeing my conscious mind.
But SpiceWorld still lurks beneath. Sometimes, at night, only at night, I remember.
Spice Girls, you have taken the evening of August 5th 2003 away from me. Never to be returned. Never to be forgotten. Never to be forgiven.
They just had a show here in San Jose. Thousands of folks went and had a great time. They got to forget about their troubles for two hours, dance around, and go home happy. I can’t see anything wrong with that.
Well according to an article mentioned in a recent GD, feminism is dead. But I’d sexism is similar to racism-- most people aren’t going to Klan rallies, but get them a little drunk and suddenly they’re dropping N-bombs. If anything, it’s more nuanced because different races get the short end of the stick wherever you travel, but quite a few countries have a hard on for aborting female fetuses, keeping women frrom being seen and heard, child brides, etc. Sexuality also throws a monkey wrench into things because feminists often find religious fundamentalists their strange bedfellows when expressing distatse for certain ad campaigns- for different reasons. I guess it’s like anything else-- if all a girl’s exposed to is the Spice Girls and Paris Hilton (she makes them look positively revolutionary, doesn’t she?) it may affect her. But hopefully she’s got some positive real life role models and the media mentions some female scientists, athletes, etc. to balance things out. (Sorry this is so long-winded and lacking in sexy fun, but was told in the GD that ‘wimminz studies’ is bunk. Also, sociology. Am still trying not to let one dim color my view of the whole board… le sigh…)
We know.
I hated them just for calling themselves the “Spice Girls” and only one of them was actually named after a spice.
This. I was ten when they got famous, and I loved the Spice Girls. My best friend and I were insanely into them, both the music and the merchandise (oh god, the lollipops. What weird marketing approach). The music was fun and most parents agreed it was at least relatively appropriate for the tween age group.
I had a sort of very early crush on Sporty Spice*. Part of it was that, hey, I like sports and don’t really like dresses. Mel C also apparently is the same. Mel C is very very successful and popular and still very much ‘womanly’. Perhaps this means that I should reconsider when people tell me that good girls wear dresses and not soccer cleats or karate gis**.
*Still do, actually. Insert whatever psychobabble about the failure/success of modern feminism/pop groups/etc and it’s relationship to sexual identity and development here.
**Sadly, I remember my fifth-grade social studies teacher telling me this. During some “multicultural discussion” thing I talked about how I’d recently started taking tae kwon do; she told me that was nice but when I got a little older I’d realize that good girls didn’t do things like martial arts. This was in 1996!