Couldn’t help it. I bought two copies of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Yeah, that’s right, I did. So there. Pfffftttt. That’s how much I love my husband.
With him, it’s a matter of aesthetics, or so he says. He just likes looking at women’s bodies. Yes, we all know men are visual creatures. No surprise there, but here’s the kicker… This is why I do it every year —
He says it’s tradition. Ever since he was a ten year old boy, when girlie magazines were verbotten, he could always depend upon the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue – the Christie Brinkleys of the world to warm his little boy’s heart. He’s never missed one. Yup, gets to me every time. I picture that cute little boy curling up in bed with his Sports Illustrated…
The truth is, I look at them too, although I do prefer ESPN, The Body Issue.
SI has it’s good years and it’s bad. Good years – the Paulina Porizkova years. Bad years – the ever-present thumbs stuck in the swimsuit bottom years, or what I call the T&A years without any redeeming scenery.
This is a good year. Why? A couple models with cankles. Seriously. When have you ever seen cankles in SI? Real-er bodies – a variety of shapes and sizes. Some gorgeous, scenic photos – with models positioned like frosting on a cake. Using actual athletes for the body painting. Cute suits, except for two. A conure in Panama! (Can you find it? It’s like Where’s Waldo?) Irina Shayk looking exceptionally pretty and Izabel Goulart’s great butt. See? I can appreciate an aesthetically pleasing female form every bit as much as my husband. (Sans malice. Yeah… right.)
But most important, SI significantly decreased the number of photos of models pretending to tug down their swimsuit bottoms, or as my husband says…they need to pee so bad they just might do it on-camera.
Oh, why did I get two copies? My daughter always wants one. She loves to look at the suits.
Speaking of copies… Incorporeal can still be yours for free through February 18th.
And for $.99 you can add this to your Kindle list -
The Devil His Due, by JW Manus.
Bub is the Prince of Darkness’s top producer. Every month, without fail, he provides thirteen souls, signed, sealed and delivered on parchment scrolls. Trouble comes when Bub bargains for a soul so twisted even the devil wouldn’t want it…
