What's the point really?

So I was out for lunch with some of my co-workers at Souplantation today. A regular lunch destination, it's mostly vegetarian salad and soup buffet attracts some of the more attractive denizens of its Brentwood neighborhood. Ogling is usually standard between the second trip to the buffet table and dessert. Today, across from us was a 30-something lady who obviously had a LOT of work done. What was more attention-grabbing was what she was wearing - or rather not wearing. Imagine surgically "weightless" 36D's floating without a bra in a mesh white tank. OK for Maxim magazine, not OK for Souplantation; not when you can tell the color and shape of each areola. I suppose it gives her comfort to have people carry on conversations with her chest.