Let's just assume, for the sake of passing the time, that you're a decent looking girl from the UK. At one point in your life, you decide that you wish to follow on the steps of such role models as Kate Moss and Naomi Cambell and you get yourself on one of those beauty pageants. Because you're pretty enough and have the right constitution (or bone structure or whatever it is that's so special about models), you make it into the finals and you're named Miss Region/Province X.

Ah, yes, the good times! But what happens when you do not win the big title, that of Miss Country Y? I'll tell you what: the phone stops ringing, all your cool friends no longer know where you live or what your first name is, the modeling agencies find it harder and harder to get you a gig. In short, you're screwed. To be even more precise, you become the very thing you're looking at now (no, I'm not talking about your computer screen, duh!, but about this very pretty, and yet equally classy young lady in the photos).

This is some British gal no one seems to remember anymore, but once she used to be pretty hot. Meet Sophie Cahill, former Miss Wales, 2000. Name doesn't ring a bell, does it? It's alright, the same happens to the rest of us. And therein lies the problem of this gorgeous and probably extremely bright creature. What better way to make herself known and appreciated again than by displaying all that Mother Nature (and that wonderful dude that works for her, the plastic surgeon) generously gave to her? What better way to show that she still has what it takes to be a part of the game than to flash the paparazzi?

You see, had she been bright enough, she would have known better than to simply take her top off. Things like that only Mary Carey, the porn star/almost governess of California, is allowed to do. Only she has the necessary grace to pull it off! Dear Sophie should have instead focused her inner Paris/Lindsay/Britney and slipped the nipple the subtle way. Because that's the way you can best be remembered by! (I should know - I tend to grab all the headlines like this!)

These being said, I leave you in the presence of this admirable and enviable lady (whose name you probably forgot by the time you got to read this). And, trust me, nothing screams style and class like a good ol' fashioned nipple/boob slip...