I can forget to check my mail for days at a time, so you can imagine my delight when I checked my mailbox...and there it was. My annual copy of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Yes, I just lost my job, and no, I don't know what's going to happen next or when. What, me worry? When I have a magazine full of scantily-clad women to keep me company?
OK, so I don't really get all THAT excited about the Swimsuit Edition, though I'm never one to complain about attractive young women...in whatever format they happen to present themselves. Of course, the down side of it all is that most of the women are about half my age...and the magazine is as close as I will ever get to ANY of them (though if Jessica Gomes were to pledge her undying love and devotion....). That's OK, though...real women have curves, and I LIKE curves. Quite a lot, actually. So, while I wouldn't kick any of the models out of bed for ANY conceivable reason, I rather like living in reality, where women have curves in all the right places. Besides, the models are basically mannequins upon which designers hang a few square inches of sheer cloth. I'm not sure that real women look like that...not if they actually eat, that is.
