In the Sweet Potato Queens’ Book of Love, Jill Conner Brown tells about a time when she was too pregnant for panties and getting dressed for a party. Her husband walked in andР“СћРІвЂљВ¬¦
"(He) was surprised that I wasn’t wearing anything under my tights: Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬Р›СљYou’re not wearing any panties?’ I just said, real offhand, Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬Р›СљOh, you never wear panties to a party,’ and kept on doing whatever. He just stood there, slack-jawed, for a full thirty seconds, considering the implications, I suppose. I had moved on, forgotten about it, and he was still standing there, gaping. Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬Р›СљYou don’t? Nobody does?’ Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬Р›СљNobody does what?’ I asked him. Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬Р›СљPanties to a party Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬РІР‚Сљ doesn’t anybody wear Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬Р›Сљem?’ He was looking sort of dreamy and clearly thought he was being let in on some big secret of all womankind: that every party he’d ever been to or would ever go to Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬РІР‚Сљ there wasn’t a pair of panties in the room Р“СћРІвЂљВ¬РІР‚Сљ and he was the only guy who knew."