It’s summer, it’s Sunday. Let’s pretend for a second you’re getting your day drink on and a girl posts up next to you at the Bordy Barn in Long Island or Starboard in Dewey Beach or Sand Bar in Manasquan. You notice, however, that she’s rockin‘ an internal-organs onesie swimsuit like it ain’t no thing. We gotta ask… Would you? Or is this made-for-hipsters swimsuit something that should never see the light of day, even in semi-ironic glory?