Maybe it’s just me, but each year the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue seems just a (simulated wayward) hair less inspired than its predecessor, and I think it’s just that the young ladies sporting the suits, or semblances thereof, are just freaking bored with the whole concept.
The one possible exception this year, I’m thinking, is Anne V, who isn’t immune to the standard-issue Petulant Pout, but somehow often manages to look like she’s about to break out into the giggles, even in moments of feigned sultriness.
And when the situation is clearly goofy:
I’m pretty sure she’s not laughing at Cubs fans.
Historical note: Technically, this post title became obsolete when she was about four years old.