Twinkie: 1 (noun) a general term used to describe a yellow cake pastry with cream filling. 2 (geek) a unit of measure representing the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area.

Earlier this week, Hollywood followed suit with its long-standing philosophy that “There is nothing new under the sun,” and announced the cast of the all-new, rebooted, all-female “Ghostbusters.” Geeks everywhere instantly split into two camps: those that loved the idea, and those that think it’s another Hollywood side show attraction. I fall into the latter.

Here’s what I mean. People go to zoos to see nature’s beautiful animals up close. You experience their grace, their charm and funny moments first hand. Then you leave the zoo discussing your favorite parts with like-minded friends. That’s Hollywood at its finest. Original content sparking interest and discussion. Truest entertainment.

Then, you see a sign that says “Come see the two-headed baboon!” or “See the world’s smallest elephant!”

Even though we just paid to see baboons and elephants a second ago, Hollywood is hoping that we are more than willing to pay again to see the same baboons and elephants, but with a twist.

The first “Ghostbusters,” and to a lesser extent the second “Ghostbusters,” did it right and did it best. The dialogue was hilarious and, at times, mostly improvised. This led to the actors acting less like actors and more like friends.

Now here comes Ghostbusters the Reboot. “COME ONE COME ALL!! See the Ghostbusters you knew and loved as a child, only now, THEY’RE WOMEN! Don’t be shy! Step right up! Pay the man at the door!”

I do hope this movie is as great as it could be, and not some baboon with a mannequin’s head duct-taped to its shoulder.

Fieldtrip’s over. Class dismissed.