Remember when the Spice Girls were considered feminists?
be urself
I do. GIRL POWER YALL. They really inspired me to go out as a tween and not be afraid to wear platform boots, tube tops and mini skirts. I felt like a really sexy pre pubescent lady. I felt like I could conquer the world.
The Spice Girls were REAL WOMEN. They were all different. We could tell them apart via their kooky names. It helped that they had different hair colors. We could define them. We could relate with them. I liked being Sporty the best. I could really relate to her when she came clean about her anorexia and bulimia. I’m really glad she has turned her life around.
Of course, as with any great artist, there will be imitators. But the imitators have used the Spice Girls formula and left out THE REALNESS. These girls have no names. They all look the same. Only see one body type represented. I ask myself, where am I in the PUSSY CAT DOLLS?
who r u?
Are you a pussy too?
more pussies plz
Pretty confused about these pussies yall. Don’t know who to believe. Thought I had a grasp on who the PCDs were but now I just don’t know. They’re kind of like that internet hacking group ANONYMOUS. But instead of the V for Vendetta mask they just are skinnies and wear black lingerie. It’s kind of nice. It’s like anyone can be a PCD. Wonder if they have forums where they post funny/horrific pics too. Can’t wait until the PCDs form an artsy group, or maybe they already exist?
DONT WANNA DIE JUST YET THO
WHEN I GROW UP I WANT TO BE FAMOUS (for my unique beauty via what Nylon says is unique)
I WANT TO BE A STAR (everyone will copy my unique beauty until it becomes mainstream)
I WANT TO BE IN MOVIES (preferably videos that appear on vimeo showcasing all my coolness)
If I was going to be a PCD, I would definitely be this one. I don’t remember when this came out on the MTVs but I think I forgot to watch TRL that week [RIP TRL 
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When I Grow Up from Fever Ray on Vimeo.
I would be a free spirit who covers my natural beauty with awful makeup to take a stand on the evils of cosmetics. My clothes would be artsy and hand cut/tied together and I would dance like I was on drugs in my backyard on weekends. My dad would watch me from the window and say “My little girl is gone. I don’t know who this person is anymore.” But I would be beautiful. I would be unique.