New this year, though, is having to go back to panty-liners. In past hot years I wore those bunchy cotton scrubs with the problematic ties at the waist, which always slipped down my hips so that I'd tie and retie the cords to keep them up and usually end up pulling the spandex camisole over them. But they certainly kept the fork area cool and breezy. Now I have proper trousers, even if made of thin cotton, that have an elastic waist. I am no longer cool and breezy but every bit as sweaty as everywhere else. And since I do not, in fact, want to rinse out my trousers every day as well, I've gone back to panty liners. At *my* age, she humpfs.
(My mother and aunt wore lingerie boxers, is all I can call them, which would drive me batty under pants, but which I suppose were cool and breezy in their way.)