Why am I not supposed to look at a woman’s cleavage? It’s right there in front of my face, and there’s no cotton or polyester covering that magical and mystic cave dwelling. If it were that private of an area, I’d assume a lady would cover it up. But instead they treat it like a spoiled child treats a treasured toy. “You can look at it, but you can’t hold it.” Everyone hates that kid. Don’t be that kid, ladies.