Spicey

I have something to admit. In the 90's when I was a bitter teenager I hated the Spice Girls and their endless pep. I believe I may have had a somewhat biting impression of Ginger Spice. Last night...I went to the Spice Girls concert. And worse, I fucking loved it. I danced, I apparently knew the words to the vast majority of the songs, and along with the rest of the stadium I shook my ass and sang at the top of my lungs to that damn Zig-a-zig-ah song. Oh yeah, I totally did. Without shame.

Here's the deal I ,now, really like pop music. (I also love hip hop & hard core rap, which goes against my whole look and general shocks the shit out of people. I tend to look like Connecticut coughed me up and at any moment I will bake you a pie. I respect the look and look like an asshole when I fight it. I made this mistake a lot in high school and tried to pull off grunge and hipster. I looked like someone's mom dressed up for Halloween. But I digress.) I like pop music and Ryan Seacrest and I totally just admitted that out loud. It's kind of like an alcoholics anonymous meeting but it's me on my couch admitting to rocking out to the new Ashlee Simpson song instead of in a room with stale donuts and coffee.

But here I am, shields off. My name is Meghan and I like the Spice Girls. Feel free to judge. I am.