The Spice Girls All Wish 'Posh Spice' Victoria Beckham a Happy 52nd Birthday: 'Love You!'

https://web.brid.gy/r/https://people.com/spice-girls-wish-posh-spice-victoria-beckham-happy-52nd-birthday-11953288

Victoria Beckham's lavish birthday dinner with family as Brooklyn Beckham snubs tribute

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/entertainment/celebrity/victoria-beckhams-lavish-birthday-dinner-37034942

David Beckham Gushes Over 'One and Only' Victoria Beckham in 52nd Birthday Tribute

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://people.com/david-beckham-gushes-over-victoria-beckham-birthday-tribute-11952654

Victoria Beckham's 'dread' over birthday as she's set for more Brooklyn heartache

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/showbiz-news/victoria-beckhams-dread-over-birthday-33769107

Jedward's John details how he's supporting pal Gemma Collins ahead of her upcoming nuptials

https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/gemma-collins-wedding-jedward-detail-37000047

i got bored and started listening to the #SpiceGirls again.

even though their vision of girl power / solidarity was transparently factory-made, there was something accidentally profound about the fantasy of a group of women whose primary relation was to each other, as friends. it was the same fantasy as Sailor Moon—here's this group of cool girls who would be your friends, with blessedly little interest in psychodramas or even boys, really; even the 'you' of their songs was only a perfunctory interest.

is this a raging lesbian reading of the Spice Girls?? i was reading A Room of One's Own again, too, and this famous passage applies.

'"Chloe liked Olivia," I read. And then it struck me how immense a change was there. Chloe liked Olivia perhaps for the first time in literature. ...[A]lmost without exception [women] are shown in their relation to men. It was strange to think that all the great women of fiction were, until Jane Austen's day, not only seen by the other sex, but seen only in relation to the other sex. And how small a part of a woman's life is that; and how little can a man know even of that when he observes it through the black or rosy spectacles which sex puts upon his nose. Hence, perhaps, the peculiar nature of women in fiction; the astonishing extremes of her beauty and horror; her alternations between heavenly goodness and hellish depravity—for so a lover would see her as his love rose or sank, was prosperous or unhappy.'

https://youtu.be/_4VoZ6afztc