The release of this movie resulted in my realizing something truly sad:
Me to my 13 year old sister: "Do you want to go see GI Joe?"
My sister: "Who is GI Joe anyway?"

I left her to her Hannah Montana in tears

ps. I enjoyed the movie. Not only was their eye candy for all genders, plus the ever sexy Brutale (waaaant) but there were DUELING BLACK AND WHITE NINJAS. Seriously. The whole movie played out like the fantasy of an adolescent boy. Which was awesome. Because that's pretty much what we wanted when we played with GI Joes anyway, right? (Yes, I played with them. I thought Ken was gay so I hooked up my Barbies with them.)