This thing happened back in the 90s. It was called Drew Barrymore. For then bursting adolescents such as my self, she was nothing less than seismic. This is the chick who danced atop Letterman's desk before flashing him the goods on national television. Hey, science, whenever you get around to making those time machines, let me know. Because I've gotta date with one very freewheeling, sexually liberated, Gen-X, flower-power pinup girl.
One of 4 reasons why I actually enjoy Batman Forever. Yes, there are another 3.
"Oh, hi, Cannon."