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Our weekly dispatch from the nation's foremost mustache expert.

Despite not having a mustache, Clint Eastwood's film toughness has always made him a favorite of people of Mustached American heritage. In "Magnum Force," his Harry Callahan character once uttered presciently, "A man's got to know his limitations." Well, our limitations have been far exceeded, and Darren Star continues to push.

If you're not familiar with Star, good. If you are, then you know that in 1998, this anti-Eastwood man, who brought us such so-called entertainment as "Beverly Hills 90210" and "Melrose Place" decided to curse modern American culture with a little HBO vehicle called "Sex and the City."

Since that fateful debut, our people have been plagued. Now, Star looks to waterboard our psyches further with a feature film sequel to the franchise, planned for summer 2010. And so, gentlemen, it's time to make a stand.

Click here to find out what you can do to stop the scourge of "Sex and the City."

Just to remind you, "Sex and the City" is neither sexy, nor urban. (There are only very rare appearances by African-Americans, Hispanic-Americans, hot dog vendors or other peoples that often reside in cities.) Instead, the show is about the preposterously materialistic and catty existence of four New York City women, ­ led by a columnist who looks like rock vocalist Dee Snider. ­ This group manages such daily challenges as sexually transmitted diseases (you bet), safe sex (and that is?), heartbreaks (boo-freaking-hoo), multiple partners (that's what I'm talking about) and promiscuity (and how).

When the series ended and the Mustached American people thought we had been saved from the show's excruciatingly annoying cast of aggravatingly vapid hypocrites, a film version of the show was birthed. Needless to say, it tested our limitations severely.

Now, it appears the legion of wanna-be Carrie Bradshaws that popularized Star's abomination seem large enough to force the hand of the production chiefs at New Line and Warner Bros. At this moment, the studios are spawning yet another celluloid version of "Sex." To this, all who stand for Mustached American ideals must say enough is freaking enough.

I urge you to do two things: First, write Warner Bros. and New Line and protest the need for this film in graphic fashion. Second, if you are on Facebook, join Men Against Sex and the City 2 (M.A.S.C. 2) and voice your displeasure.

Indeed, a man's got to know his limitations.

For Dr. Abraham J. Froman's mustache perspective, check in every Wednesday on Asylum.