Sure. When Brooklyn Decker gets the cover of a magazine, everyone comes over to fawn over her and celebrate. When I get the cover of a magazine, no one even calls to tell me that it’s too far for them to make it to the conference room of the Ramada Inn. It’s like people care more about the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition than they do about Kittens Weekly, my bi-annual publication about the adventures of Mr. Sparkles, who technically isn’t a kitten anymore, but whatever. People are such jerks.
I do not care if she is American, married to a famous tennis star, etc. She is pretty, but nothing “super”. Not in the class of a Bar Rafaeli, that is for sure. Not even Kathy Ireland in her prime.