Well, as you say, PoppaGator, it's a matter of taste, isn't it?

I like delicate, articulate beauties like Winona Ryder in her prime, women who radiate keen intelligence, grace, and subtlety. I don't go for sweaty Earth Mothers in size 28 hiking boots. Robert Crumb's taste and mine are clearly as far apart as this planet and the outer edge of the Galaxy. I found his influence on the youth perceptions in the 60's and 70's to be lamentable, frankly, but I could say that about most of the underground artists of the time, although Gilbert Shelton did some good stuff.