Victoria Beckham Quotes

You stand out more than Victoria Beckham would in the local Primark!

The Spice Girl Victoria Beckham has just published the story of her life. I confess that it is not in my reading table.

You know Victoria Beckham. She was in that girl group, and they were about to tell us what they really, really wanted, and I was like "Yes, tell me what you really, really want!" And they were like, "Do you really, really wanna know what I really, really want?" And I was like, "Yes, I just told you!" And it turned out that, instead of wanting something, they just wanted to zigazig ah, which is not even a thing.

...In the end I value literacy more highly than health; if our two countries were full of fat readers, rather than millions of Victoria Beckhams, then we would all be better off.

Now, Neve, are you about to say no to me?' 'Well, it's just that—' 'Because the word "no" is not in my vocabulary, along with the words "can't" and "Victoria Beckham".

So how long have you been together? Two months?' 'Five.' 'Five? Jesus, Steve, you might as well get married. I should buy a hat.' 'Don't. They give away your Spock ears.' She laughed. 'This is the Romanian girl?' 'Croatian.' 'Right. She's a painter?' 'Photographer.' 'Right.' She studied him. 'What?' he laughed self-consciously as though he was a twelve-year-old boy who'd just been caught with his first girlfriend. 'Nothing.' 'Come on.' 'I don't know Steve,' she cut into her meat, 'you've changed. You no longer write about Victoria Beckham and you have a girlfriend. I think...' 'You think what?' 'I don't know, I might be jumping the gun here, but I think there's a possibility you might not be gay after all.' A chip was hurled at her head.

In order to find some solution to the bullying problem, we’ll have to be more tolerant of ambiguity, subtlety, and strangeness not just in other people but in ourselves. It may be important to your identity that you are a soccer player, but it may be equally important that you can whistle the national anthem backward and make the world’s best spicy popcorn and do a wicked impression of Victoria Beckham. Schools, parents, and educational endeavors should encourage people not just to empathize but to discover and celebrate the weirdness in others and in ourselves. We need not just to think but to live outside the box. Weirdness is good. It keeps things interesting.

For example: Suppose Circa-2000 David Beckham were to strut across this busy Los Angeles Metro station platform wearing nothing except his ripped abs and jeans? He’d seductively squeeze his way through the crowd of downtown-bound commuters, his gaze glued to mine as he makes a beeline toward me, professing Victoria—what’s-her-face—has left him and he wants to be with me. Then, of course, I’d forgo swearing off men.

We watched Victoria Beckham shrink into her seat at the World Cup and traced the curves of Kate Moss's thighs in her gold lurex Glastonbury minidress. We swelled with longing as sequins dripped from the narrow shoulders of the Olsen twins and signed with envy as the inky daisies tattooed around Peaches Geldof's stomach squeezed her into a smaller, more angular shape. We watched Alexa Chung form a long black line in her skinny jeans and ogled Cassie from Skins, angel-haired in a green-gold dress, spun out on pills in the dawn.

Queen Victoria died in the same century as Victoria Adams married David Beckham

Úgy döntöttem, hogy ha női cipőkről van szó, lényegében sztrájkolok. Kiszállok az egész cipellő-világból, amíg nem képesek valami olyat tervezni, amiben több mint egy órán át lehet járni a táncra perdülő Gene Kelly könnyed lépteivel, és utána nem fáj a lábad egy napig. Tökéletesen tisztában vagyok vele, hogy a lábbeliekkel szembeni igényeim jelen pillanatban csupán kisebbségi érdeknek minősülnek – ki tudja, meddig dübörögnek még a Szex és New York Blahnik-ajnározásának utóhatásai –, de akkor is eltökélt vagyok. Végső soron én is láttam azokat a képeket Victoria Beckham csupasz, bütykös lábairól. Nem akarok úgy kinézni, mint azok a Contergan-hurkák. Ha egyszer elverek 500 fontot egy márkás cipőre, az olyan legyen, amiben a) tudok táncolni a „Bad Romance”-ra, és b) el tudok futni egy gyilkos elől, ha netán egyszer hirtelen üldözőbe venne. Ez a minimum, amit elvárok egy cipőtől. Hogy lehessen benne szaladni, és ne gyilkoljanak le miatta.

They’ve been seen in one of the restaurants in Brock’s Hollow, you know—I won’t say seen eating, as this is Victoria Beckham we’re talking about.