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Hello and welcome. My name is Donna Kerrigan. I'm 38, I live outside
Columbus, Ohio, I do the books for a heating and cooling company three days a
week, and I drive a green minivan with a Spice Girls sticker on the back
window that my daughter begs me to scrape off.
Here's how it happened. In the spring of 1997 my daughter Chelsea, who was ten, played "Wannabe" roughly four hundred times in the back seat on the way to swim practice. Somewhere around time number two hundred, I started to like it. By the time Spiceworld came out that November, I had a favorite Spice. By the time the movie came out, I was taking Chelsea and her friends, and I was the one who wanted to go. Chelsea is twelve now. She has moved on to Britney Spears and a boy band I'm not allowed to have an opinion about. She says the Spice Girls are "for little kids." She also says I'm embarrassing, which, fair. I'm still a fan. I was a fan when there were five, and I'm a fan now that there are four. This page is for the rest of us. |
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THE GIRLS: HER OPINION vs. MINE (Chelsea helped with her column, in exchange for a ride to the mall.)
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ABOUT GERI
I remember exactly where I was when I heard Geri had left. It was the end of May 1998 and I was in the kitchen with the radio on, and I said "Oh, no" out loud to nobody. Chelsea cried. I didn't, but I thought about it. I've had over a year to think it over and here is where I've come out: people are allowed to leave things. I've left a job or two. She'd been going nonstop for years, and when you're that tired you make a decision and then you live with it. I'm not mad at her. She's become a goodwill ambassador for the United Nations, and her own album came out this summer. I bought it. I like "Mi Chico Latino" better than I thought I would. But I'll tell you what I really respect: the other four kept going. They finished the tour. They put out "Goodbye" for Christmas, a gentle song about someone moving on, and from everything I've seen they've been gracious about it. That's class. That's what I want Chelsea to learn from all this, if she learns anything from it at all. |
MY TOP SIX SONGS
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THE CONCERT
Summer of 1998, just the two of us, a two-hour drive each way. It was the tour after Geri left, and there were a few girls in ginger wigs in the crowd holding up signs for her, which I thought was sweet. Chelsea wore platform sneakers and a Union Jack T-shirt. I wore my sensible shoes and a Union Jack T-shirt. We both screamed. Chelsea claims she doesn't remember it. I have a stack of photos from the drugstore that say otherwise, and I'd put them up here if my brother-in-law ever gave back our scanner. |
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WHAT'S YOUR SPICE NAME?
Mine is Minivan Spice, obviously. Some of the ones readers have sent in: Carpool Spice (Linda in Kentucky), Night Shift Spice (a nurse in Phoenix), Grandma Spice (Evelyn, who is 67 and has the lunchbox), Tax Season Spice (my sister-in-law), and Soccer Mom Spice (at least nine of you). E-mail me yours and I'll add it to the list. |
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