The Spice Girls' iconic comeback single 'Headlines'. It is total and utter f**king shit. How depressing that even the coolest, funniest, sunniest, sassiest, sussiest girls in the biz ultimately degenerated into yet another sad, clichéd, sub-Madonna please-pull-your-plonker-cos-mummy-and-daddy-blocked-your-porn-connection-the-bastards spunkfest. You can almost hear their pathetic, weedy little '''''voices''''': 'Please wank to me... PLEASE Sir... Look: I have two titties, just like Katy Perry... Tell me they're not worth a drop of your spunk, Sir. (sob) Tell me you can't eke out a dribble of jizz for old Ginge, Sir.' Girl Power, eh? And the funniest part is that whenever women degrade themselves, it's always men's fault. Women always go on about being the more self-aware, in-control sex, but with shit like this it's always, 'He told me to.' That's the excuse you get from a four-year-old, isn't it? 'Why did you throw stones at my cat?' 'He told me to. He smells of pooh! He not my fwends any more!' 'If he told you to jump off a cliff, would you do that?' 'No, Sir.' 'Why not?' 'Don't know, Sir.'
Melanie C is lucky my love is blind.
