Yes, I see you looking at me in the change room at the pool, your mammaries doing the cha-cha as you dry what would be your short-and-curlies if you hadn’t lasered them off. I’m so pleased you’re immune to shame while displaying your naked flesh, a relief map of the life your body’s traversed. My five-year-old daughter loudly identifies your “BOOBIES” while I scuttle away behind the closed door of the shower to change awkwardly in a puddle of foot fungus. Each to their own.

A change room is one thing, but being semi-naked has become de rigeur on the red carpet, in music video clips (think Katy Perry’s recent “feminist” trainwreck Woman’s World, which features a slow-motion close-up of her jiggling jugs), and even off-duty if you’re Bianca Censori doing her best impression of a smallgoods section at a deli. As a........

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