I was talking to a colleague the other day about appropriate dressing because we saw this old lady wearing a sheer black top that just hinted at way too much skin than we’d like to see on an old lady. The conversation led to cleavage, and how to react when women wear low-cut tops.
It’s really not too different from Booth wearing his “Cocky” belt buckle in Bones to direct your attention to his FBI crotch.
But I don’t really want to go into the “why do women dress like that” debate, because that will lead to the whole “that’s a rapist’s excuse for doing what he does” argument, and I’m really not smart enough to talk my way out of that one.
What we did manage to figure out is that it’s okay to glance but not okay to leer. But what exactly constitutes a leer, and at what point does a glance cross over into a leer?
I really don’t know, and after years and years of teasing from the wifey, I’ve learned that it’s better to be safe than sorry – the moment I see anything that could resemble cleavage, I instinctively crank my head to face as far from it as possible. I’m like Linda Blair in the Exorcist, minus the green pea soup.
Honestly, if it wasn’t such a safety hazard, I’d probably wear blinders just to avoid the endless teasing.
I know this reaction is a little bit on the extreme side, so what is that safe window commonly referred to as a glance? What defines a glance?
Is it a timing issue? Something like the 3-second rule?
Is it an intent thing… like how it’s okay to accidentally squish someone into the plexiglass if you weren’t looking, but not okay to take off your gloves and skate across half the rink to punch someone in the face?
Or maybe it’s okay as long as you look like David Boreanaz.
Anyway, check out this weird Japanese prank where they catch guys leering at cleavage.
Note to self: don’t ever look at cleavage in Japan, because you never know when there’s a TV crew hiding around the corner.