that's right, put in work, move your ass, go berserk, eat your salad, no dessert.

There's this flashback in Speed Racer that shows the neighborhood children at a garden party.  They're all about eight or ten.  Speed is on his pretend race car, mowing down flowerbeds. Trixie is with the other little girls, who are talking about how retarded Speed is and flouncing their boas and reminding me of the Sex and the City dumbbelles.  Trixie punches the lead little girl because Trixie is awesome.  Damn, I think I'm liking this movie too much for my own good.  I did not expect to like this movie.  Aaargh, what if I want to buy it?  But if that scene didn't just remind me of my OTP I'll be damned, and as soon as something manages to remind me of my OTP it gets like 200 lifepoints from me. 

Point is, my local newspaper has an article wondering why women love Sex and the City and men hate Sex and the City.  It's a terrible article, and focuses, predictably, on sexual mores.  What makes it really terrible, however, is its research question, because I would rather watch this:

than Sex and the City, and I'm so tired of hearing that here, men have their Indiana Jones and Iron-Man, and I get this.  Well fuck you very much, media. 

And Doom, in case anyone was wondering, sucks.  Karl Urban (Eomer) is pretty hot.  The mutants are gooey.  The CG is bad.  But some guy is right now swinging around an 80s computer monitor to try to hit a mutant with it.  The end.