England's closing ceremony was a clusterfuck of Monty Pythian proportions—epically cheesy. Possibily due to England's national complex (of "We Used to Own Most of You, Don't Forget Us!"), the country felt the need to messily tie together the most random assortment of its greatest cultural hits. (Naomi Campbell?!) The show's production was godawful, but we all sat through it—we all did—just to witness the exquisite reunion of the Spice Girls.
Before Britney (BB), before, that is, "Email My Heart," we had "2 Become 1." Before "Crazy" we had "Spice Up Your Life." The Spice Girls was girl power that popped onstage. They were the '90s girl's Beatles. Yes—oh yes they were. And even though they only sang two songs—including their first hit "Wannabe" (which I admittedly could do without, because if I want to be your lover I don't want to "get with your friends") and the first single off their second album, "Spice Up Your Life"—I was ecstatic to see them back onstage. Together. Posh looking miserable and fabulous (and miserably fabulous) as ever.