Whenever my mother dragged my ass to church as a kid, you’d always find me lying down on one of the pews in the back with a box of Fig Newtons in my hand and an “OVER THIS” look on my face. But this baby is not like me because she’s feeling whatever is coming her way. You know what’s coming her way? The hypnotic moves Jesus’ main fly girl is serving. Obviously.
And this is pretty much me whenever I watch Showgirls.