If we were walking down the street and we saw Rosie Huntington-Whiteley hanging out topless on a balcony, we’d immediately start pulling some “Romeo and Juliet” out of our high school memory banks in an attempt to get Rosie to fall in love. Fortunately, someone else was walking down the street, saw Rosie, and decided to take pictures.
We simply don’t have the training for being productive paparazzi. Whenever we see nudity, we instinctively try to come up with a title for a post in which we describe the nudity and lavish praise upon its bearer. This is one of the many reasons why we’ll never be whisked away by a mystical society of spies and trained to be the world’s greatest team of spies.