Posh and Becks are finally here.

Did you feel the shift in the Universe? Did you feel tingly for no apparent reason? Sick to your stomach? Angry? Lethargic? Giddy?

Blame it on Vic and David. They are now in the US and controlling your every move. They are just that powerful.

Look, David Beckham is hot. Almost obscenely so. I get the hero worship he experienced in London. He was like royalty.

Then there is Posh. She was seen as the Glamorous Spice Girl that you know secretly despised the other's lack of fashion sense. She scowled and lip synched while secretly cursing Geri's over-the-top outfits and Mel B.'s wild hair. And you know she wanted to smack Emma upside the head on more then one occasion, while clearly hoping Mel C. would do it for her.

Now they have arrived in the US and are going to take over....what, exactly? Soccer will never be as popular here as it is in other countries. I mean, I'd like to count Dave's tattoos as much as the next woman or gay man, but I'm not going to spend money to see him play. I just don't care. Don't those games last forever? I think that would cut into my tv watching.

So, that leaves us with having to watch the paparazzi follow their every move while they shop, hang with Tom and Joey Potter, and prepare for World Domination. Throw in the Spice Girls reunion and you have the Perfect Storm for media saturation. And that will just annoy me and make me hate them and refuse to watch Bend it Like Beckham ever again.

That will show them!