Not to sound like a pervert, but recently I had lunch with a person I know medium-well, and I couldn’t help but ogle her boobs. They had noticeably gone from good to remarkable — basically perfect. I told her as much. (Admiring our friends makes perverts of us all.) I didn’t go so far as to ask her why they looked noticeably remarkable, though I left her space to tell me. (She did not.)

Later, after lunch, I’ll admit, I supersleuthed on her Instagram to see if it was just a good bra or some sort of miracle turtleneck, or a TikTok styling tip I’d missed, or if she’d done something more permanent. (It’s 2025: We don’t comment on each other’s bodies, but we can admit to furiously trying to figure out what work someone might have done, nonjudgmentally.) It was clear she’d done something, but

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