Late Night TV

I was watching late night tv the other evening. This is anything after 11:00p, unless I am super tired and than it is 8:30p. But usally late night tv is late at night. So I am doing my useless butt routine-sitting- and what comes on but a commercial for underwear. The brand name is irrevelant. 10 or so ladies, all dancing around using exercises balls to show me how flexible the material is and how carefree I will feel? I guess I shouldn't be offended because the ladies did have on as much as if they were wearing a bikini, but where on earth do advertisers get the idea that watching half naked women is going to inspire me to buy underwear? That sounds like the way to advertise to my husband. My underwear, if I may be so bold, has two requirements. 1) be cheap and 2) fit. I admit, I have boring underwear. But don't blame the kid I had a few months back. I have never had great expectations from my underwear. I was always under the impression that a Slim Figure, World Peace, and Feeding the Hungry would have to come from somewhere other than my pants. Now, if companies want me to buy their underwear, they need to send Hugh Jackman to my door with a smile on his face and free pair in his hand (after I buy the first three of course). But watching skinny little things with no stretch marks and the flexibilty of a porn star is not going to inspire me to buy the product. I think I have officially taken the title of Grand Crumudgeon Supreme.