Some spices have babies and turn into stone: skeletal bones, hardened breasts, engorged lips all teetering on two pin thin legs and even thinner heels.
Other spices have babies and turn in to Eddie Murphy-dating trannies.
And then there are the spices who have babies and are much better for it.
Have a look at gorgeous Geri Halliwell - every inch a woman, every inch glowing, thick shiny hair, wonderful skin, happiness radiating from within...at least that"s what I"m projecting.
It is true, then. No two spices are the same. For today at least, Ginger is my favourite.