Again, judgement stops here.
Listening to Hilary Duff led to listening to the Cheetah Girls, and that led to some more nostalgia.
Back in fourth grade when my mom was a student-teacher at some elementary school in Germantown, my sisters and I would stay at a babysitters house near the school. She had two daughters, one a year younger than me, the other a year younger than my sisters. I really liked going to their house because we always had chicken nuggets after school and they had a DVD player so we could watch all the extra features on The Lion King 1/2. But most of all I liked going to their house because we created a girl group of our own, and called it the “Soul Sisters”. Basically, we sang and danced to the songs from the movie “The Cheetah Girls”. I would pretend like I was Chanel, the bratty Puerto Rican. We dressed in sequin covered clothes and mimicked their dance moves. Towards the end of the year, we put on a performance for our parents, singing and dancing to every song from the soundtrack. That entire year, cheetah mania infected my family. That year, my twin sisters danced to Cinderella in sparkly cheetah print shirts at our schools talent show. (PS we still have that performance on VHS). Cheetah Girls had the catchiest music out of all of the Disney Channel movies.
And then the sequel came out. And it sucked.
PS. They were better before Raven left.
