Here’s a movie I can’t wait to see — if it’s real:

The highly anticipated — and highly controversial — “Grand Theft Auto IV” video game hit shelves around the world yesterday, estimated to shatter sales records.

The video gaming industry expects this installment of GTA will sell about 6 million copies and make about $400 million in sales worldwide in its first week alone.

That’s big business.

And the thing is: It’s not even a game marketed to kids — who you’d expect to be the biggest consumers of video games.

Rockstar Games

Rockstar Games

With its Mature rating, GTA — with its bloody scenes, intense violence, partial nudity, strong language and sexual content, and use of alcohol and drugs — is created for players older than 17.

(The game got nearly perfect ratings by reviewers, according to PC World. Read the review of GTA IV in the Chicago Tribune.)

It’s interesting that the industry’s highest-grossing video game of all time is geared toward adults.

I’ll admit: I used to play video games. I still do, if the mood hits. But like a lot of my male friends, I don’t own a game system or stand in long lines to get the latest video game. I feel like I’m too old for that.

I don’t know if this is a female thing — though my 22-year-old sister loves video games but isn’t obsessed about them — or if it’s a generational thing. I grew up playing Atari and arcade games like Ms. Pac-Man and Mappy. But I lost interest after the first generation of Gameboys.

So what’s with this adult obsession with video games? When are we just too old to play these games? And why are adults so interested in these hyperviolent games?

I don’t get it…

Commissioners of Kanawha County in West Virginia are considering a four-day work week for government employees as a way to reduce commuting costs. (Read the full story in today’s Charleston Daily Mail.)

The proposal comes at a time when gas prices are reaching all-time highs and the economy, as a whole, is continuing to weaken.

The move to a four-day work week could possible do the following:

• Cut gas use
• Reduce traffic during commuting hours
• Promote more efficient work practices
• Help people save money
• Produce happier employees, who now get three days off a week

I could get behind a four-day work week. Already, many of us work more than 40 hours a week by Thursday, so having an extra day off would be really nice.

You know how it is: On Sunday, you finally catch your breath after running errands, doing laundry, grocery-shopping and cleaning bathrooms all day on Saturday. You think, “Man, I wish I had one more day off.”

Well, you could!

As a society, we’re over-worked and under-paid. Having an extra day off every week would be enough for me.

What do you think?

Tween queen Miley Cyrus, star of Disney’s uber-popular “Hannah Montana,” said she’s “so embarrassed” by topless (but not tasteless) photos she had taken for Vanity Fair magazine.

The photo, taken by renowned celeb photographer Annie Leibovitz, isn’t as revealing as much as it is suggestive. And for a fresh-faced 15-year-old, who will reportedly bank $1 billion from Disney for her good-girl image, this was a misguided decision that probably seemed fine at the time.

Cyrus isn’t the only teenage Hollywood starlet who found herself caught between tween worlds. Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Christina Aguilera, Jessica Simpson — they’ve all, in their own ways, tried to shed the teenie-bopper image that skyrocketed them to famedom.

And it’s not just celebrities who do this, either.

Teenage girls around the country are trying to be older than they really are. (Just watch MTV.) They’re wearing mascara, using padded bras, even getting cosmetic surgery.

So why crucify Cyrus for doing something that many teenage girls would’ve done in a heartbeat? Is it different because she’s viewed as a role model? And should we even be turning to celebrities — not the creamiest crop of people — as sources of inspiration?

I don’t know. I’m just throwing it out there.

I’m not sure if this was a metrosexual moment, but it was the first time in years I even thought about the term:

While surfing yesterday I noticed something floating in the water. A thin tube, the shape of a cigarette. I paddled over to it and picked it up. Softlips Lip Balm, SPF 20, strawberry flavor. And it belonged to one of the guys in the lineup.

He was noticeably embarrassed by my discovery, playing it off that we all should protect our lips and, hey, why not moisturize at the same time?

I laughed and called him metro.

It’s been awhile since I’ve heard that term used.

A few years ago, it was the buzz word, all over TV, all over the blogs. People were using it to describe straight men overly concerned about their appearance or who had lifestyles and interests similar to their gay counterparts.

The term was first coined by British (and gay) social commentarist Mark Simpson in 1994 in an article published in The Independent.

Metrosexual man, the single young man with a high disposable income, living or working in the city (because that’s where all the best shops are), is perhaps the most promising consumer market of the decade. In the Eighties he was only to be found inside fashion magazines such as GQ, in television advertisements for Levis jeans or in gay bars. In the Nineties, he’s everywhere and he’s going shopping.

The media quickly picked up on the newly minted term, applying it to everyone from David Beckham to Brad Pitt.

The attributes, according to AskMen:

• is a modern, usually single man in touch with himself and his feminine side
• grooms and buffs his head and body, which he drapes in fashionable clothing both at work or before hitting an evening hotspot
• has discretionary income to stay up to date with the latest hairstyles, the newest threads, and the right shaped shoes
• confuses some guys when it comes to his sexuality
• makes these same guys jealous of his success with the ladies — for many metros, to interact with women is to flirt
• impresses the women who enjoy his company with the details that make the man: his appreciation for literature, cinema, or other arts; his flair for cooking; his savoir faire in choosing the perfect wine and music; his eye for interior design; is a city boy or, if living a commute away from downtown, is still urbane, if not rightly urban; enjoys reading men’s magazines.

(For more, read Salon’s “Meet the Metrosexual.”)

But where are these metrosexuals now? Do women really dig these guys? And is anyone man enough out there to admit he’s one?