I never thought I'd feel 'too old' to be at a show, and the Spice Girls proved me wrong.
Nothing against them. They can still sing, they lost their baby weight, and I literally kept my eyes on Geri the whole time just to see how the other girls treated her and watched about 2 hours worth of hostility between them. It's obvious they are sick of each other, not getting back together ever again (Casinorama in 20 years, maybe?) and that even after 47 shows, x-amount of countries, and all the girl power you can possibly imagine...their 15 minutes are officially over.
That being said, the teeny bopper not so hidden in me sang her heart out to every single song, laughed as I realized a lot of the younger girls didn't know half the songs yet considered themselves die-hard spicegirl fans... although they were in diapers when the spicegirls began, and TOTALLY busted out 'i'll tell you what i want, what i m'fuckin want.. so tell me what you want, what you motha fuckin' want' during Wannabe.
RADICAL, DUDE!
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