I forget what movie it was from, but there was a class full of high school kids watching a campy sex-ed anti-pregnancy film from the 50's. Setting of the films' scene is insert-cliche-makeout-site on a bluff overlooking the city, some young motorcyle jacket wearing kid's convertible, moonlit night. Two teens are in the front seat: the boy looking like a 5 years younger Brando and an all American blonde in a poodle skirt. Our two young lovers are getting hot and heavy. The following exchange between the two went something like this:
"What's the matter, Jenny? Don't be nervous."
"I don't know Fast Eddie. It's just that, well, I've never done this before. Won't I get pregnant?"
She wears a pouty, questioning look on her face.
Fast Eddie's face changes from concern to a grin.
"Oh it's okay, I'll pull out."
The class erupts into laughter.
Jenny smiles, and with a silent enthusiastic nod opens her legs.
The class becomes a zoo at this point.
Cutaway to Jenny in stirrups in the hospital giving birth.
My last name is Brosius, pronounced as if the i is an h. And everyone used to call me Broshi in the Marine Corps. Marines being as macho as we are, jokes and ball busting were rampant. So after seeing this movie w/ some other Marines, I was at the mall buying something, talking to some teenage girl working the counter, and someone made the comment, "Oooooh Fast Broshi!!" in a cooing tone. Hilarious.
