You may have heard that women everywhere are sick of being sexually harassed; Sports Illustrated has, too.
A word on swimsuits. I do not love them. Or, rather, I hope every year to find one that I love, and pretty much every year I fail. It is as if all the useful knowledge of the human body and its many variations in size and shape that lingerie designers regularly employ in their work is totally forgotten when it comes time to craft lingerie that is meant to withstand water. Bikini tops are small. Bikini bottoms are smaller. One-pieces tend to come with “Flashdance”-narrow landing-strip crotches or weird variations on the theme of shorts, and awkward, rib-poking underwire or ruthless, tit-squashing spandex that turn the torso into a wadded, sweaty mess. You end up feeling either like Kate Winslet in the “Titanic” corset-lacing scene or like a lumpy pile of leaves raked into a garbage bag.