You might remember the link I posted a couple of days ago, to the story about the study that found nearly half of men went straight to the boobies upon meeting a woman. Actually, I didn't really cast judgment. But I have done it in the past. It's hard not to, being a woman -- one with a considerable rack, to boot. Eyes up here, and whatnot.
Oh, but there's a wrinkle. Is it wrong for me to be annoyed at men ogling my cleavage when here I am today, admiring my own rack? My bra, combined with the dress I'm wearing, have The Girls looking awfully damn good today. I can't help it, dammit. This certainly isn't the only time I've ever been transfixed by my own Dirty Pillows.
They are my Fun Bags, though. I should be able to admire them all I want. With so many women, myself included, constantly finding only flaws in our bodies, it's good for one's self-esteem to actually like a body part(s). Sure, the right kind of guy ogling your tits might be good for your self-esteem, too. However, at the end of the day, it's still rude and gross (unless you have expressed or implied permission to ogle, of course). At least try not to be so damn obvious about it, for Christ's sake.