It's unfair to say that everything out of Victor Von Doom's mouth has been brilliant, far too many writers have shuffled him around for that, but: when the character goes off on a rant you should be able to expect the dialect of a modern caricature of an English feudal-era noble, not a fourteen year old The Hills junkie with mother issues.
Doom is a dick, sure, and growing up in the unenlightened nation of Latvia he may have picked up some antediluvian notions about women, but what if he'd said to Ms. Marvel:
"Slattern, I'll trade you to Azneka's Bordello for an afternoon ride if you do not heed my words."
Still misogynistic, but at least in character.
"Until recently you've only been remembered as the Shazam knock off whom Rogue stole her powers from."
Ouch. It hurts so much more because its true, and it doesn't have to descend into second-grader gender politics.
Doom's character hasn't stayed popular for forty years by lowering himself to useless invective or utilizing the mode of speech stylistic to the time, otherwise when he fought KISS you'd have gotten a whole lot of:
"Boss leather pants, jerkwads."
Lets face it, you can't take that villian seriously ten years later.
More info on Dr. Doom Vs Kiss, as well as the surrounding panels for the image I used, can be found at ferret press.