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But I don't like them and I don't need them

About a year ago I ditched my bras.  I don’t like wearing them, or what they represent.  And for all that time I’ve got along fine at work with no problems or embarrassment (I work in an office but we all wear matching suits which include a shirt).
Most of the time I just wear the shirt with nothing on underneath, more comfy that way and keeps me cool, and it covers “everything” up in a  professional, suitable-for-the-workplace way.  So far so good.  But the other day, I did the unthinkable for a lady, and Bent Over!  Thus allowing my shirt collar to hang open  (very slightly, oh for about 2 seconds) just long enough for the guy who was standing right over me, facing me, and watching me to catch an eyeful!  But the main point of my story is that the guy saw that it was appropriate to come over to me a few minutes later and tell me that I should really wear a bra or something more modest like a t-shirt or vest because people came see down my shirt!

So he looks down my shirt, he does not turn away nor keep himself to himself, and of course thinks it’s ok to give me his opinions on what I should wear in the office?!  I was so cross!

I must have forgotten that as women we are meant to take every precaution not to let any man see down our top, ever, even if he is looking, and standing directly over us, even if we are issued uniform shirts and have no choice but to wear that style, and should we dare, DARE, to go brafree, we must punish ourselves for our audacity by making ourselves hot and sweaty by wearing a vest or tee-shirt underneath our shirts – should an innocent male happen to by facing his eyes in the direction of our chests and catch a peek