I can understand the frustration. I remember when I was a kid my dad was driving me and my sister to a playdate. Suddenly, a rip in the space-time continum appeared before us and our car was sucked into it. When we arrived on the other side we found we had been transported, against our will, and WITHOUT ANY WARNING into the center of a topless dancing bar. We saw uncovered bewbs, my jeans exploded and my sister later became a prostitute.
Since science has yet to discover a way to prevent or warn people about incoming space-time rips the only logical course of action is to ban all topless or otherwise scantily clad women from existence.