Tune in, Tokyo!

So, I've got tits on the "bodacious tatas" end of the spectrum (which comes with both its perks and its pesky annoyances, I might add). Perhaps because I'm the owner of said tits, I've never understood some men's fascination with them (not mine specifically but tits, in general). Some are tiny, some are ginormous, some are fake, some are au natural. They're there for child-rearing purposes, they're there for sexual purposes, they're there...'cause they're there. They come as part of the female package. What the hell is the big deal with the big ones?

But this woman makes me feel like a horny 13-year-old boy.

(Photo is her cover of New York Magazine)

A 13-year-old boy who wants to do nothing but bury his face in the mysterious, beautiful things attached to women's chests and become a motor boatin' son-of-a-bitch.

I may not judge books by their covers...

but I certainly judge magazines by them.

When reading this article, my first reaction was, "dude, seriously? As much as my mind tends toward smutting up perfectly innocent images, not everything is meant to be taken as sexual."

I mean, I don't know an awful lot about skiing but from what I can tell, the pose Ms. Vonn is in seems to be one that is quite common to skiing. Oui?



But as I read some of the comments accompanying the article, I realized there was a similar Sports Illustrated cover years ago.



They aren't drastically different photos but the subtle differences speak volumes about each of them.

The latter is an action shot of A.J. Kitt (an Olympic athlete) skiing in what appears to be an attempt to show readers what a skilled athlete he is. The former appears to be a posed shot of Lindsey Vonn (also an Olympic athlete), a pretty girl bent over and smiling in what appears to be an attempt to show readers what a hot little number she is.

Funny, that.