It’s no secret I love to revisit my awkward adolescence. But I never asked to spend a Saturday in my 30s standing in front of a group of girls, feeling mildly embarrassed while the Spice Girls played. Yet that’s where I found myself last month: inside an art studio, at an eight-year-old’s birthday party (my daughter’s) moderating a high pressure conversation about the next song that should play on the speaker. We’d started the party listening to the “Matilda: The Musical” soundtrack
How DARE you refer to No Doubt as "late 1900s music." 👵🏻
truth hurts!!!