4. Jerry Maguire

I used to be a loud girl everywhere except the bedroom. Behind closed doors, I became a figure of propriety and repression. I was trained to keep quiet by a few tense encounters with roommates and one hookup's palm placed over my mouth. I was once picked up at a bar based solely on the sexiness of my voice, and even then, I barely uttered anything above a murmur. Each whispery tryst would end with me dashing madly for my t-shirt and underwear, clutching a comforter to my body as if I hadn't just been naked and humping.

Unfortunately, when my family watched Jerry Maguire, my parents shielded me from the rather intense scene between Jerry, his fiancée Avery, and a bookcase. Avery is stunningly vocal; I bet she would've bit any muffling hand straight off. Now, to qualify, the scene's probably going for laughs, but it wouldn't have mattered; it just would've helped to have known that this existed in the ether, that there were other women who were dirty and loud and wild and not being silenced by their partners in the process. The bedroom isn't the library — you can't shush someone you're currently penetrating.