Cinco de Mayo. For countless masses around the country - many of whom happen to reside here in the Mahoning Valley -?it's a reason to celebrate.
Not necessarily because they know or even care about the significance of the date that falls between May 4 and 6.
Which, by the way, according to Banderas News (an online newsletter originating in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico), "marks the Mexican army's victory over the French invaders at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. In the United States, the celebration of this battle has come to be known simply as the Cinco de Mayo. Along with Mexican Independence Day on Sept. 16, Cinco de Mayo has become a time to celebrate Mexican heritage and culture."
There you go. Well, I hope you've set down your nacho chips and margaritas long enough to at least know why you're indulging in them. Freedom; it's a good thing anywhere and everywhere.
But for many of us, the reason for celebration this weekend is of a decidedly different in focus. Because there is an entire slew of us who are thrilled beyond belief that our long wait has ended: "Iron Man 3" has finally landed in theaters.
And, while I can't reveal any plot twists or bombshell endings, I will simply say that there are two compelling reasons why you should go see "Iron Man 3."
First and foremost: Robert Downey Jr.
Listen, don't judge me. I am, admittedly, mildly obsessed with the man. I have been since the 1980s ... a time he narrowly survived, by the by. But the point is, he did.
And his comeback story (from the brink of drug-induced death) is not only inspiring (heck, he and his wife even have a new little baby boy!), it is proof that there is always hope for a happy ending ... in the movies and in reality, too, when you finally choose the right path.
Secondly, you should go see "Iron Man 3" because it will keep you from watching dreadful reality television shows such as "What Would Ryan Lochte Do?" or anything at all featuring one or more of the Kardashians.
As my gal pal Chris Ruggieri of Warren and I were discussing this week, viewing any of the Kardashian programs is almost as detrimental to your brain cells as tossing back a fifth of Jack Daniels. Yikes; not a very productive way to spend an evening, to say the least though I do find myself fancying Khloe a bit.
As for Lochte, what can I say? Um, the reality of his show is that he should not have signed on that dotted line.
Oh dear. How can I possibly root so vehemently for him in the next Olympic games after having watched an episode of him blathering on and on about nothing, literally, nothing - which is apparently all that's on his mind most of the time.
Sigh. At least he's good to his mum.
Dear Ryan, you are so fast in the pool and so very, very pretty. Please, I beg you - just do what Dori advised in "Finding Nemo" and keep swimming, keep swimming. Speak not, dear boy.
Seriously. Like ever.
Oh shoot! I almost forgot the most important reason of all why you should go see my boyfriend save the world in "Iron Man 3": the company it will enable you to keep.
As in, while the flick is a tiny bit violent in spots and perhaps suggestive at times, it is predominantly a family film. I mean it. It is a good, old-fashioned story about a hero (albeit an imperfect one) who does the right thing for the good of all - and happens to get the girl as he does so.
It is an opportunity for you to grab your teenage son, niece and nephew who, incidentally, agree on very little else at this particular moment in their lives, but will nonetheless spend two-and-a-half hours in each other's presence without arguing, complaining or even whining.
Nary a flick or pinch ensued.
They will simply be swept up into a world of fancy so entertaining and surreal that they will actually like one another for a short while. Moreover, they will actually like you; at least temporarily.
And you will build a memory so special and wonderful that you won't even mind taking out an extra line of credit to pay for the tickets, popcorn and sodas. Plus, you get to look at Robert Downey Jr. for a couple of hours ... Ole!
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist and RD Jr. freak. Contact her with cool photos of him at firstname.lastname@example.org.