Cleavag Is the New Cleavage

My god, Jennifer Weiner is fucking annoying. She's made a career out of writing crappy books and carping about how men are to blame for her lack of being taken seriously when the reality is that her books are what cause her to lack being taken seriously.

Most recently, she crawled out of the ooze to weinerwhine about how pubic hair or something: "Great! Another Thing to Hate About Ourselves." She wordclutters on for a while before getting to her point:

"This year, the hot new body part is the formerly unnoticed span of flesh between the top of one’s panties and the labia majora, currently displayed on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition by the model Hannah Davis."

Reference: This is the Weiner. This is the Davis.

In other words, Weiner says, the SI cover is POORRRNNNN:

"With hard-core pornography available to anyone with a laptop and a credit card, Sports Illustrated has to raise the stakes if it wants to stay relevant."

Followed by this HILARIOUS admission:

"(Disclosure: my gentleman caller edits books for Sports Illustrated and is the author of the oral history of the swimsuit issue that appears in '50 Years of Beautiful,' a coffee-table book of swimsuit shots. #Awkward.)"

#Indeed.

The rest is a fuzzy blur of complaints against Hannah's "mons pubis" and some sort of garbled defense of a vagina area that is hirsute and fat. Or something. I was left weinerized. #Confused.

(See also: FUPA.)

Personally, I was more excited by SI's half-crotch shot because I was like: TREND. What the image makes us look for is ... what to call it?

I settled on cleavag.

Let's celebrate it.