Thoughts on Cleavage

I think cleavage is the great equalizer among women. It is what puts an unattractive woman with a great rack on an even playing field with an attractive, flat-chested girl.
Last October, I tore my contacts and was forced to wear my glasses for awhile. To make matters worse, I was playing around with a friend in an alley, sans glasses, and I tripped. Luckily for me, I broke the fall with my face. So, not only was I forced to wear my glasses, causing me to lose attractive points, I had cement burns on my forehead and nose, and my lip had busted and was swollen to about 5 X's its normal size. I had people compare me to a Simpson . . . Bart and Marge! So for around a week and a half, I wore low cut shirts to work in an effort to distract from my new Quasimodo face.
I have a decent size pair of boobs, so on occasion my shirt will shift or I will bend forward causing a little cleavage to peek out. I have a friend who has cleavage radar. As soon as the cleavage comes out, alarms go off in her brain, and she's right there to point out that I might want to rein in it. Sometimes, I appreciate it. But sometimes, it's downright irritating. I mean, it's not entirely my fault. I think some of the blame has to go to gravity. Besides, it's not lusty cleavage that I'm showing. It's "modest cleavage" or "classy cleavage".
I guess to some up my thoughts on this subject, I'd have to leave you with a quote by a wise man. "Smoke 'em if you got 'em!"