Drawing the line between provoking and provocative...

Have you heard of droodles? A droodle is a doodle that is also a riddle. I came across this example below many, many years ago, probably from the puzzle teaser section of a popular magazine:

If you still can't figure it out, my last item today is a link to a collection of droodles. The answer may be found there.

But you will probably have an idea from the next item below. It seems that The Times of India (TOI), the country's largest circulation news media, was recently at the receiving end of a popular actress' blistering wrath when it played peek-a-boob with her:

http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014/09/17/deepika-padukone-times-of-india-cleavage-_n_5834148.html

ST also carried the story:

I am sure that particular day's edition of the TOI captivated many eyeballs. That's what a newspaper (whether print or online) wants: as many eyeballs as possible. Many eyeballs mean many advertisers. From a journo's perspective, I found the remarks made by the TOI's managing director two years ago very telling, and reflecting the situation today across news media everywhere:

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Still on body parts, as I have said before, many of today's journalists seem to have lost the ability to know when to provide the appropriate context for the stuff they write so as to avoid ambiguity or unintended meaning. This summary of a story appeared in ST:

Of course we all know that Miley Cyrus does not have "giant prosthetic buttocks" (unless they became necessary as a result of her incessant twerking). But the summary, as written this way, has to be taken literally! The actual Reuters story (which appeared in ST's Life!) works because it starts off with the same dramatic phrasing but then follows up by explicitly referring to the singer's "fake bum":

 Really, all that the summary above needed was the addition of just one word: fake.
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Here's the link to the collection of droodles I mentioned:

http://www.sticksite.com/droodles/

So the answer is: Two men walking abreast! (You might want to say it aloud for the full effect.)

(For anyone still hung up about mammaries, there's an interesting song by Rodney Carrington. But, sorry, you'll have to do your own Google search for this one.)