I kinda like my men sans "foundation garments" ... I'm not a froofy gurl. Grumpy used to buy me these God-awful pieces of string and scratchy lace. Then whine when I wouldn't model them for him. (Those of you who have seen me can attest to the fact I'm not modelin' material even on my best days.
) I like my granny panties. They stay where they belong, don't crawl up where they don't belong, and keep me from being yukky when I'm working outside in the heat.
