There are naked beaches to run around naked in. There are topless beaches to be topless in.

There are temples and churches to cover even your head and bow down in reverence.

And there are parties where you drink, show as much cleavage as you are comfortable with (and guys, if you have some well-toned biceps, wear a short-short-sleeved T, and if you are tiny, shove a handkerchief or two).

And if cleavages give you the feeling that your culture is ending, those showing them are doomed to the fires of hell, and that the days of reckoning are near, run to the nearest church or a temple and do penance for the unsightly sight you have seen. Good luck!

For those of us who enjoy a fair amount of cleavage, let us be please. Thanks.

And whats wrong with having experimented with few men or women along the course of your life? By 40, if you have been just with one person of the opposite sex (or the same sex, depending on your preference), where is the fun? Where is the goddamn fun, my friends?