I've never understood the craziness that surrounds the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. Guys act as if it's the first time they've ever caught a glimpse of anything more than a wrist or ankle on a woman.
If these guys really care that much, why not cancel their subscriptions to Sports Illustrated -- which normally features pictures of athletic young men -- and subscribe to Playboy instead? You get to see far more of equally pretty girls.
But no, when those girls in bikinis make their appearance, a certain type of guy will act as if he's a sailor in World War Two getting his first shore leave in a year.
That, I would understand. This, I don't.
The Victoria's Secret catalogue doesn't get as much publicity as it used to, but it too used to generate an inordinate amount of excitement. Personally, I'd just as soon look at the Sears Roebuck catalogue and turn to the women's undergarments section. The bras and panties Sears sells are slightly less racy, but the girls are just as good-looking. And they're not trying hard to look sexy, which, in my book, makes them more attractive.
Of course, part of the reason men act crazed over both the swimsuit edition and the Victoria's Secret catalogue is because they've heard other guys react this way, and just figure they're supposed to. Call it mass hysteria. You see the same phenomenon when a group of young men see a good-looking woman pass by and they all feel obliged to outdo each other talking about how much she turns them on.
I'm proud to report that I've never once felt the faintest stirring of an erection when regarding either publication.