Undeniable Cleavage

Robin Givhan explores Hillary Clinton's bustline in a sensational piece in the Washington Post Fashion section today . 

There was cleavage on display Wednesday afternoon on C-SPAN2. It belonged to Sen. Hillary Clinton.

She was talking on the Senate floor about the burdensome cost of higher education. She was wearing a rose-colored blazer over a black top. The neckline sat low on her chest and had a subtle V-shape. The cleavage registered after only a quick glance. No scrunch-faced scrutiny was necessary. There wasn't an unseemly amount of cleavage showing, but there it was. Undeniable.

Can you believe it?  Hillary's bosom has come out of hibernation.  They poked their heads out and didn't see their shadow, and lo, our winter of denied Clinton Cleavage is now over.  But something seems dirty about this cleavage experience.  Should I be privy to this sight?  Givhan explains this distressing event:

With Clinton, there was the sense that you were catching a surreptitious glimpse at something private. You were intruding -- being a voyeur. Showing cleavage is a request to be engaged in a particular way. It doesn't necessarily mean that a woman is asking to be objectified, but it does suggest a certain confidence and physical ease. It means that a woman is content being perceived as a sexual person in addition to being seen as someone who is intelligent, authoritative, witty and whatever else might define her personality. It also means that she feels that all those other characteristics are so apparent and undeniable, that they will not be overshadowed.

To display cleavage in a setting that does not involve cocktails and hors d'oeuvres is a provocation. It requires that a woman be utterly at ease in her skin, coolly confident about her appearance, unflinching about her sense of style. Any hint of ambivalence makes everyone uncomfortable. And in matters of style, Clinton is as noncommittal as ever.

Yeah, that's it.  I knew that I felt dirty, as if I was watching her cleavage through a neighbor's window.  I was intruding on her cleavage, but only at Clinton's request.  She exposes it and dares you not to explore it.  That dirty tease.  No wonder Bill's still married to her.