Rosie Huntington-Whiteley Beautiful in Berlin, Luscious in London for Transformers Premieres

I feel like a volcanic eruption of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is about to occur (let alone the related and sympathetic eruptions therein). Like hotness magma deep beneath the surface started bubbling below the mantle the minute the Victoria's Secret angel was selected by Michael Bay to replace Megan Fox as the screaming / running / hottie for Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon. The past few months, the sweet hot sexy has been pushing its way toward the surface with an epic number of hot magazine pictorials and promotional photoshoots, leading up to premiere week, where Rosie is being shuttled about the major capitals of the world, looking amazing at each and every stop, like a United Nations of sextastic.  This past weekend, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley simply owned Berlin and London, at premieres of screaming fans, with only the nearsighted tweens calling out for testy Shia Poof, and every man within ogle distance staring at Rosie for her cinematic coming out party. (I'm reminded of Angelina Jolie and her Lara Croft premieres.)

Now, I am not deaf to the small, but vocal community of those who find Rosie highly overrated. I've even heard the disparaging comments about her looks. While I will always hold to the principle that 'sexy celebrity is in the eye of the beholder', I have to wonder what kind of amazing woman world we'd have if Rosie Huntington-Whiteley were considered to be on the lower end of the attractiveness scale. It's almost incomprehensible to me, but, so was basic algebra, so I'm hardly a professor. Enjoy.