Picture this: the year is 1997. I'm 14 years old, and I'm in love with Mel C, a.k.a. Sporty Spice. I'm sitting in the movie theater, probably getting ready to watch the iconic movie Titanic, Eraser, or something along those lines, and what should pop up on the screen but a trailer for a Spice Girls movie titled Spice World.
And I. Went. Nuts. Internally, of course. It’s not like I squealed like a little girl (at least not externally). Because look, even though I'm the kind of guy who's into horror movies, loves westerns, and enjoys violent anime from the ‘80s and ‘90s, I’m also a devoted fan of the Spice Girls. Do you know what I call that? The duality of man.
