Zoe Kurland

At the end of the movie, Erin handily defeats Pacific Gas and Electric in court and wins a $333 million settlement for the town, all while raising her three kids as a single mom.

The whole thing is based on a true story.

Erin Brockovich is a real person who really did all that stuff.

Watching the movie at 15, I swooned.

Julia as Erin was just it.

Her take-no-prisoners attitude, her smile, and notably, her clothes.

Erin clomps around the hot sun-bleached town of Hinkley in high heels, miniskirts, skin-tight vests, leather, laces, gold belts, animal print, red.

Her curly blonde hair is gigantic, tossing around in the dry wind.

And then there were her boobs.

Whether she's running circles around the dumb men trying to keep her from the truth or deftly scaling the side of a swimming pool to fish out a dead frog, Erin's cleavage is just right there.

It's basically a star in its own right, catapulting past the zip-up neckline of a halter top, smashed together at the center of a corset, pole-vaulting over the top button of a sheer leopard blouse.

Some people write her off as a bimbo, but that's actually part of her power.

They're called boobs, Ed.

I was a late bloomer.

At 15, I still looked 12, pre-alphabet chested, and I wished for boobs incessantly.

Plus, as a teenager, I thought constantly, paranoically, about how to look amazing and also how to look like I didn't care.

In the golden glow of my friend's TV, I was mesmerized by Aaron.

I wanted to know how I could look like that.

Be like that?

I'm 30 now, basically the same age as Julia Roberts was when she played Erin Brockovich.