Search the meaning of beauty and you'll find a million different answers. I don't recommend it, because it takes away time from Googling more important things like 'honey covered hineys' and such, but the point is, everybody has their own definition of beauty. For me, I'll take the classics. One fine blonde British girl with perky peaches stripping out of white lacy lingerie. Maybe you chose rainbows or the sounds of children laughing on the playground. To each their own. I do not regret Holly Gibbons and her sweet chest peaches in any way shape or kind. Especially that shape or kind bit.
On Wednesdays we celebrate the hump of the week as we do the precious lady lumps that make everyday worth ogling. We don't need elaborate staging or themes or even anything really other than lights, camera, and all the action of one tantalizing girl with bodacious ta-ta's peeling back her silky nothings. Ah, beauty. Huzzah!