People who work in television are challenged in many, many ways. Recently it's come to my attention that show producers are exceptionally numb to temporality, as evidenced last night with the MTV Movie Awards crowning Iron Man Best Summer Movie So Far. Don't even get me started on the fact that this may well be the stupidest category for an award ever. Instead, let's focus on the sheer inaccuracy of the seasonally-themed distinction. Do the awards show brass not own calendars? Summer does not officially start until June 21st. It's called the solstice. To quote Denise Richards, do your fucking homework you cunts!