Walter Stratford’s methods may seem a little bizarre – banning his daughters from dating; insisting that, should they go out to a social event, that they practice wearing a pregnancy belly first – but his heart’s in the right place. All he wants is to ensure that his little darlings don’t turn into the sort of pregnant, drug-addict crack-whores he deals with every day in his (apparently rather low-rent) career as an obstetrician. In the end, he finally loosens up enough to let his elder daughter go away to a feminist college (perhaps hoping she’ll decide she’s a lesbian?), and his younger to date Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Fatherly advice: "I'm down, I've got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy. I don't care how dope his ride is. My mama didn't raise no foo'!"

See also: Dan Hedaya’s touching concern for his daughter’s clothing in Clueless.

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