I have swimsuit issues but they're not like this.

But you know what? This isn't about me.

February is the only time that my husband ever pays attention to woman's fashion.

The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition is the most profitable single-issue magazine franchise in the world. Since 1964, this glossy, eye candy rag has been responsible for more objectifying pinups that have graced the lockers, bedroom walls and now computer screens of young and old men alike.

My husband could also give the late Richard Blackwell a run for his money. Last night when I was looking over his shoulder as he was 12 inches away from his computer screen, I heard the following:

"I don't like those circle things in the middle".

"You can really tell that she has long legs".

"That color is not my favorite".

"I don't get the beads".

"I like that triangle thing".

"Hers are definitely real".

Last year it was all about Marisa Miller. She brought back the Heidi Klum jones in him. At 5'8" and with 34D-23-35 measurements, who wouldn't?

I don't have an issue with the issue because my husband loves to remind me that Sports Illustrated is all about the sports and my husband is a MAJOR fan.

I'll say.