Here’s a question for the ladies. Does watching Bar Refaeli frolic and writhe atop her bed, recline in a bathtub and not smoke a cigar make you want to run out and buy underwear for your man? Or does it just make your boyfriend horny and beg for a quickie?
Or does it just make you feel self-conscious about your own less-than-perfect body and want to hurl things at your computer screen in protest over the abject frustration of watching Bar Refaeli’s perfection slap you in the face?
And yes, we do know this is an ad for men’s underwear. But the question to the ladies still stands because the answer men would give is a forgone conclusion.
