Since I only got to see the last 20 minutes of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show (blame a faulty TiVO and the MFA meeting I had to attend in the city), I can only write about one thing: the performance put on by The Spice Girls.
First of all, I’m thinking they had all of those crazy pyrotechnics to mask the fact that they were all lip-syncing. WTF, girls? I thought “live singing” went hand in hand with “girl power!” I also thought that “loving yourself” was part of the same mantra.
Apparently not, because all of the girls looked famished, minus Mel C. (Sporty Spice). Maybe that’s why she was in the front because she’s the only one that hasn’t gone vapidly anorexy lexy on us…
Will I go to Victoria’s Secret, spend $60, and get their greatest hits album? Yeah, probably. But I still am quite disappointed. Though, most of that is probably resilient bitterness left over from not being able to see the whole show.
