Sofía Vergara, Latin queen of television

David Lepe

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At the end of the nineties and almost out of nowhere the musical group appeared Spice Girls, made up of five women, each fully immersed in her character. This project gave us back the impression that pop could be fun and colourful, like cherry, pineapple or orange flavored bubble gum.

It was strange that for someone like me, who took them from rockerit was not so frowned upon that he liked it Spice Girls. I never had their albums, but I didn’t change the channel when they showed their videos, I saw some concerts on cable TV and I knew the names of the members, or at least the nicknames: Sporty, Baby, Scary, Ginger and Posh.

In 1998 his film was premiered in Guatemala Spice World.

In 1998, with everything and its girl power afresado, premiered in Guatemala his film Spice World. No one wanted to go with me to see it, until my friend America arrived, one Wednesday afternoon 2×1 in movie tickets, to invite me to see a movie. She proposed the one with “the Spice” and she accepted instantly.

The screening began with comedy and music. In my case, she laughed at the jokes and hummed the songs. In short: I am happy. América was still, silent, as if reflecting on something important. She didn’t worry me.

The jokes continued. ginger scolded scary for cheating at chess: “You can’t do that, says whoever invented the rules years ago: Lord Chess.” I laughed. My partner in function remained silent.

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The funny scenes continued. Sporty bothers to posh about your look: “Poor posh, doesn’t know whether to wear the Gucci little black dress.” I laughed out loud, but my neighbor’s side felt more like a graveyard than a pop mini-concert.

There were more acts like when the Spice ran into some aliens (ginger kisses one of them) and the training of the choreographies with a supposed military discipline (all wore a camouflage-style shirt and pants, except poshwho wears a minidress).

Leaving the movie theater I showed a smile, I felt pleased. My friend’s face was serious. With all the ingenuity of the case I commented: “Very good”.

She turned to me and said, in a James Earl Jones-like voice, “Why did you bring me to see that garbage?” (Actually, she used a stronger word.) Surprised I answered: “Didn’t you like the Spice Girls?”

“It’s stupid. It’s so bad. You liked it because every time she went out the posh your drool came out, and more so when he comes out taking a bath”, he complained. And yes, the truth, the scene in which she sees posh in the bathtub, which by the way lasts two seconds, let’s say it’s unforgettable.

“I trusted your judgment” were his last words. Between nervous laughter and a feeling of shame, I apologized.

In the end, I am pleased to share the news that my friend, in time, forgave me. But to this day, when she wants to express that she cares for me, she tells me: “I went with you to see the Spice Girls”. And I always reply: “I love you too.”

David Lepe

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Sofía Vergara, Latin queen of television