We ended yesterday with Kate Upton in Esquire, so it only makes sense to start today with her Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue cover. Mostly because I like to think of this as a science blog read exclusively by academic types who can hopefully explain to me how the hell Kate Upton’s clitoris isn’t waving directly at us. I understand it’s a mythical creature, but “presuppose” it does exist, clearly it’s not where women have lied and said it is so I question how good I am at sex, but instead dwells in the butt. Which also explains what Rihanna was trying to tell us in Barbados. I just thought she needed more rum.