When I was nine years old, all I could talk about was the Spice Girls. They had arrived from nowhere in a riot of big hair and bigger attitudes, high-kicking their way into my consciousness, where they commandeered 80% of my waking thoughts. I loved their unruliness, their fearlessness and, obviously, their massive shoes. In the Spice Girls universe, girls were better than boys (something I’d long suspected), and friendship was better than romance.

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2017/may/05/my-quest-to-meet-the-spice-girls?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+main+NEW+H+categories&utm_term=224748&subid=17960725&CMP=EMCNEWEML6619I2

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