Last night, I convinced D. to stay up past 1:00 a.m. watching Showgirls — he’d never experienced that particular glorious trainwreck, and I hadn’t seen it in forever. (For some reason, I thought I remembered a pillow fight between Showgirl and that seamstress, but I must be thinking of something else.) Not even halfway through, D. pointed out that the film had yet to insult Jews, Muslims, or lesbians, but that was about it. Then Gina Gershon’s Cristal Connors took care of the third group.

I don’t know which part I liked better: the one where Nomi throws a tantrum with her ketchupy fries then bonds with Molly over their shared history of eating dog food, or the deathless line, delivered by Nomi’s former boss at the Cheetah club when he congratulates her for hitting the big time: “It must be weird . . . not having anyone come on you.”