I remember reading a while ago that Wet Hot American Summer was a really good movie. (Please, click on the link, it's not what you're thinking.) In fact, I remember reading that WHAS was, at the time, the most gleeful and ingenious pop satire since ''The Brady Bunch Movie'' and the ''Naked Gun'' glory days of Zucker, Abrahams, and Zucker. (Or, you know, something along those lines.)

Question. Am I too old for pop satire? Because I just didn't get it. This upsets me. I mean, it was like, over the top in places, but then strangely normal in places, and generally not really funny at all. On the positive side, I was reminded to be mad at my parents for never sending me to sleepaway camp. And to go hunting for those photos from 1982 starring my bright red short shorts with the white piping down the sides. (I think these are mine too -- and they're selling for $10!) And to see to it that we fulfill Bryan's dream of renting a dunk tank for our wedding.

On second thought, I guess it wasn't so bad after all.