'90s nostalgia rules the day. We miss that era of innocence and try to bring it back to life by adapting classic movies and TV shows and forcing beloved musical groups to reunite. One of the groups that gets hounded most is the Spice Girls.
They have, on several occasions, heard our call and given us what we wanted, what we really, really wanted. They most recently reunited for the closing ceremony of the 2012 Summer Olympics in London. They also collaborated on a West End musical called Viva Forever. And then there was their glorious 2007 reunion tour, the first time the girls toured as a five-piece in America (you know, 'cause Geri bailed on them in 1998 without warning #notoveritandneverwillbe).
When the girls made it to California eight years ago, I flew down to LA to see them, not because they weren't playing a show much closer in San Jose, but because the historic moment felt like it deserved some sort of pilgrimage. I'm not even kidding.
My love for the Spice Girls has spanned 20 years, at this point. The greatest love of all might be the one you have with yourself (R.I.P. Whitney), but the second greatest love of all, for me, could very well be the one I have for the Spice Girls and everything they represent.