Before waxing lyrical about this web-only phenomenon, there are a couple of things you have to straighten out. I mean - is she 'The TW Girl' or, 'TW's Girl'? I suspect the latter, incidentally.
Once the would-be hagiographer has established the above he can eulogise with alacrity. Or can he? You see, like those Russian dolls, TW is a mystery concealed in a riddle and wrapped in a conundrum. She's the 'dimpled chad' of breast mythology, always asking more questions than she answers.
Many, jaded or even inspired by the black arts of the demon Powergoo, believe that the whole thing is a clever hoax. Or not so clever hoax depending on the opinion expressed by the correspondent. Pick any heretic you like - BEA is full of them.
'It's a no-brainer,' they shout, pointing out minute inconsistencies in the shadows under the angle of her jaw. 'TW Morphed for Certain!' they yell, drawing attention to discrepancies in light, color, and the second shooter on the Grassy Knoll...
Still, TW evangelists outnumber her detractors and our blurry heroine has attracted numberless followers, every one transfixed by her pulchritude and willing to walk over burning coals to touch the hem of her gown. And if, Our Lady of The Holy Cleavage doesn't object, to mash and grind her fabulous breasts between their trembling hands. As an act of pure devotion, obviously...
The final imponderable? Why does she blur her face? Are you shy, My Funny Valentine? Is your mouth a little weak? Your figure could never be called 'less than Greek,' my love. Maybe she thinks herself unattractive from the neck up. Many women do, and some are so beautiful you start to twitch convulsively just looking at them. Remember that the great Nadine Jansen is embarrassed by scars on her legs and always poses in jeans. A quick question: have you EVER even noticed Nadine's legs? As an enthusiastic, but strictly amateur photographer, I wonder if the blurred face is merely evidence that a lens that can focus on TW's breasts and face simultaneously has yet to be developed...
Lame humour aside, maybe Ms TW has a vivid and untreatable strawberry birthmark on her face. And what of it? There are many who wouldn't care about that for a millisecond. And some who would grow to love even a blemish as disfiguring as that without a second thought. Roberta Pedon had gaps between all her teeth. Nika Movenka had a nose that screamed for the scalpel, and Candy Samples started modelling when she was 105. We loved - we LOVE them all and we will love them until it's time to row us across the Styx.In short, show us your face, love. Make some helpless cases happy forever...