Alas, it’s that time of year again. February is when Sports Illustrated releases its annual swimsuit issue, replete with the usual oiled-up pimping of site-specific liposuction, freakish genetics, rhinoplasty, gym-rat body sculpting, faux-hot thousand-yard gazes, and chemically plumped lips puckered into automaton pouts. Viruslike, this Photoshopped Frankenstein aesthetic spreads to cinema and mass culture, and/or […]