Truly, THIS is what I want. What I really, really want.
It’s been a great year for hard-hitting investigative journalism.
Today we are here to discuss Melanie Brown, née Scary Spice, and question whether or not our dear Melanie has forgotten the principles of girl power.
Ain’t no party like a Spice World party ’cause a Spice World party mixes up her ’90s pop culture references.
The Spice Girls were, for a really fucking long time, the only women showing me how to live a philosophy I later came to call feminism.
A video party for internet troll appreciators, Spice Girls fans, Disney lovers, and Beyoncé stans.
It seems that there was perhaps more going on in the Union Jack-emblazoned double decker Spice Bus than our fragile teenage brains could have handled at the time. Who can say what the heart wants, what it really really wants?
This week on “Glee,” everybody played dress-up and some people cried and some people yelled at each other and some people were gay and had pillows.
What you’ve got here is the trailer for ‘Viva Forever!’ plus feelings plus a safe space to talk about those feelings. That’s what’s going on.
The closing ceremony for the 2012 Olympics happened last night, and all I really really want is to talk about the Spice Girls.
In appreciation of female musicians who play in bands with other female musicians.
If you’re alive, then you probably own Spice World on VHS. Unfortunately computers have taken over our lives and VHS players have become virtually extinct. Luckily Hulu know’s that everyone is a nine year old girls at heart, which is why they are playing Spice World for free! Enjoy!
This week in lesbianage, Lily celebrates a dead composer’s birthday while wondering why she can’t major in “being Whitney Houston”…