Three inches below your collarbone. The space between your left boob and your right boob. “The hollow between a woman's breasts when supported.” Your rabbi tried to explain it back in high school. Your mom tried to explain it after nurse Celia told you about your period. Even Wiki tries to explain it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned since my puberty-stricken days, there’s no right way to define cleavage. Boys don’t get it. Girls don’t get it. It just is what it is.
What I can tell you is, I’ve always felt uncomfortable around cleavage. It’s like a big elephant in the room. Everyone knows it’s there; the person owning the elephant, so to speak, knows it’s there. And it’s as if she does it on purpose. I just don’t get it.
What I do get is, it drives guys wild and makes girls look less sophisticated. Can we all agree? There’s something, and dare I say it—trashy—about a woman on the subway who has her bazookas hanging out for the nun, the upper-east sider, and the homeless man to see. It makes no sense to me.
What does make sense to me is, what I just coined, “Sophisticated Cleavage.” Gonna add to urban dictionary (But not actually.) I’ve been seeing sophisticated cleavage, or rather, low plunge jumpsuits and rompers EVERYWHERE these days. It’s perfect for women with an A to B cup bust that don’t have much to show but can still give off a sexy appeal with the unordinary unveiled skin. I was convinced the low plunge line was something new “in trend.” But after discussing my theory with a friend asking if it’s in trend or if we’re just now embracing the cleavage? She said: “I don’t think it’s about embracing cleavage. It’s something more age appropriate.
What do you think? Did we sophisticate cleavage? And how old do you have to be to own the look?