Martha, My Dear

I dunno, man. 

Yay, that an 81 year old woman can score the cover of Sports Illustrated for anything - let alone being a swimsuit "model". 

Yes, Martha looks great, but that was a team of plastic surgeons, stylists, make-up artists, airbrushers, fishing line, lighting technicians and Penn & Teller pulling tricks out of their hat. 

I mean, she has the means (read: money) to be able to look like that, but let's face it, almost no other 81 year old can pull that off - even with the crew listed above. 

So, after 50 years, SI is dodging the annual criticism of porn on the newsstand, sold under the guise as "sport". Or propagating a body type that isn't possible for 99.9999999% of women. 

In reality, the same can be said about Martha. 99.999999% of 81 year olds can't have a body like hers either, because they don't have a bank account like hers. 

That said, I'm not sure SI is physically printed anymore, let alone on a newsstand - or even if newsstands still exist. 

710 and I were discussing the cover yesterday on our dog walk. With on-line porn, boys and men don't need to buy the swimsuit edition to jack-off to. And since it was like 78 degrees out, I then looked around and apologized if anyone had their windows open and heard what I said. 

Since her prison stint and her PBS baking show, I'm pro-Martha. I don't really get high anymore, but her pairing with Snoop Dog on so many things just makes me laugh. I'm not saying Martha partakes, but you know - why not? 

I don't know if SI or women think this is the advancing the gender needs or wants, and it won't generate Cheryl Tiegs sales (wow.........I think I just dated myself with that reference), but they're getting the media buzz. And that's what it's all about. 

Song by: the Beatles