Well, we did it, girls. We made it through another brutal winter holed up alone in our apartments with our DVR, our cat and a case of Snickers. And unless we all get raptured this weekend, summer is right around the corner. Of course, nice warm weather also means exposed arms, buckets of back sweat, humidity-induced frizz and… bathing suits. Every year we’re forced to decide if we want to stuff the meat into a sausage casing or hang it out in the sun to fry. One-piece or bikini? Give me a burqini, amirightladies? It’s almost impossible to enjoy the canned strawberry daiquiris I snuck into the pool knowing that I look like something that should be thrown in the rejected pile at a butcher shop. Beached whale? Maybe in my 20s!! More »