UPDATE: Slate's Dana Stevens is a nice person and an often sharp writer, but sweet you-know-who on a stick, my eyeballs almost permanently rolled into the back of my head when I read the lede of her review of the film under consideration here: "When I was pregnant, I was afraid of having a boy." Okay. Thanks for sharing. But first off, there's the Casey Kasem "these guys are from England..." provision at work here. But it gets better: "It wasn't that I didn't like little boys, but there was something about them that felt alien to me..." And perhaps that's as it should be. Funny, though, how getting pregnant usually works, huh? What a world!
But anyway, rather than get angry, I thought maybe it would be fun to come up with a list of movies for which the lede "When I was pregnant, I was afraid of having a boy" would be equally, erm, appropriate. So far I've got the entirety of Hal Roach's Our Gang shorts, Wild Boys of the Road, Dirty Harry, Helter Skelter (that's a TV movie, does it count?), Citizen Kane, Carlos. There have got to be a few more, I'm sure, ar ar ar. What I'm really waiting for is the male film critic who'll have the balls to kick off a review by writing, "When I knocked up my wife, I sure as shit didn't want her to have a fucking girl."