Browner,
You know, advertising is one of those areas where the individual who is going to cough up the money for the subject matter, is, all that really matters, in the end. This is a clever piece, and caters to a mature sense of humor. I like the ad, and can see it for what it is, as you should be able to do also, unless, of course, you have a feminist nazi wife who proof-reads your post's, God forbid.
I pity you, in that case.
My wife has told me she sleeps much better here in the USofA, then she did in her homeland, of Colombia, and that her sleep got much better when she witnessed me shooting the teeth out of an Osama Bin Laden paper target with my .357 Trooper, and running 50 straight on the same day at the trap range, before we were married. The concept of good guys having a gun was something she took to like a baby duck to water, after living where it wasn't permitted. I'm OK with the notion of being the machine that runs the hardware that discourages two legged preditors about the homestead, and she is OK with the notion that I like the way she looks in the black leather skinny jeans, 4" heel leather boots, and the white cotton Victoria's Secret thong that keeps me, or, anyone else, from seeing any panty lines. As objects go, this one warms my little heart.
She is more than that, of course. I am, too, usually.
We all have our area of objectification, not to mention expertise. It's a give and take world it would seem. Do enjoy the finer curves in life, if only as a passerby. It is an enjoyable facet of life.
Best,
Ted