Earlier this week I got my annual Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition in the mail. I looked at the front and back covers and decided I'd had my fill. (That Green M&M sure is looking hot.)
I'm not going to be one of those gals who bitches that such things objectify women and are out of touch with today's values. If an attractive gal wants to pursue tugging at her bikini strings to make a little cash, that is certainly her decision to make and not mine.
Alls I'm saying is where's my swimsuit edition, SI? How hard would it be to put a couple of baseball players in Speedos? Yes, I know we got the Phelps cover a few months back -- and that was good. Very, very good. But the theme of nearly naked hot dudes did not continue past the front cover.
Gipped, I say.
(I'm also still holding it against you, SI, the fact that your gift for subscribing was an XXL NFL fleece.)