Or at least reality TV. Maybe that’s what it is – the difference between movies and TV. Because when I saw this:
Allison Scott is an up-and-coming entertainment journalist whose 24-year-old life is on the fast track. But it gets seriously derailed when a drunken one-nighter with slacker Ben Stone results in an unwanted pregnancy. Faced with the prospect of going it alone or getting to know the baby’s father, Allison decides to give the lovable doof a chance.
I started laughing maniacally. And then I started writing the Letter to the Young Women of America.
Dear Ladies:
It has come to my attention (through the wonders of our Big Brother) that you have attended the movie “Knocked Up”. Please be advised that this movie is absolutely 100% fantasy, much along the lines of “Cinderella” and “Snow White” – this is not how it happens. After a one night stand, when you say “I’m pregnant” I can guarantee that you’ll get some replies more along these lines:
- I had a vasectomy.
- You HAVE to get rid of it.
- So what do you want ME to do about it?
- How do you know/Are you sure it’s mine?
Additionally, if you already HAVE children, expect to hear something more like
- You’re trying to trap me into marriage??!!??
- Ah, I see. Looking for a Daddy for your OTHER kids too, huh?
(Not that there’s anything wrong with looking for a Daddy for your kids, but perhaps a one-night stand isn’t the best way to go about that, hmm?)
Take responsibility for yourself, Dear Ladies. Stay on the sober side of things. If you plan on going out on a manhunt, get the sponge and put it in BEFORE you go out (it’s good for 24 hours). Even if you’re on the pill/patch/shot. Even if he’s wearing a condom. It’s called “Redundant birth control”.
Take care of YOURSELVES, Dear Ladies. Nobody else will. No excuses.
Love,
Big Brother’s Mama.





