Yes, it’s “tighty whities” although I for one am glad to have had this insight into AClockworkMelon’s level of personal hygiene.
(Are tighty whities really extinct? I had no idea.)
Now, now, no more knocking noggins over the naming of knickers.
I apologize to my family, my country and, most importantly, the members of this board for having been using the wrong name for tighty whities all this time.
Yes. Well, maybe not among old people… but I’ve been wearing boxers since I was a little tot and all the guys I know wear either boxers or magic underwear.
“Magic underwear”?
I have Mormon friends.
Oh, ok. I never knew what it was called.
Be sure to let any Mormons you meet know that you know about the magic underwear! 
Wait, what? How is this not true in the UK? (Not annoyed, puzzled.) The only thing is that we would generally call an undershirt a vest, but not always.
Generally people here call everything pants, unless they name the exact model (like boxers or string). If I heard a grown woman refer to her undergarments as panties, I’d think she was the type who puts on a little-girl voice and acts useless around men, and not really someone I was going to get on with.
I feel weird saying “panties”, but that’s just my bizarre hangup. Whenever I say the word “panties”, I feel like I should be breathing heavily into a phone and asking, “What color are your panties?” I have no idea why that assocaition sticks out in my mind, as I’ve never made or received such a call. Maybe I saw this in a movie at an impressionable age or something. There’s nothing objectively wrong with the word “panties”, as far as I am concerned, but I still default to referring to my wife’s panties as “undies”.
An old-fashioned but useful word for female nether/undergarments is “step-ins”.
I sometimes refer to them as “ankle-insulators”, but then my wife hits me.
Regards,
Shodan
For all those wincing over the term “panties”, you will most certainly not like “The Prince’s Panties”, a song by Mason Williams:
*He had dogs, a hundred cocker spaniels and he
Called them panties, 'cause they did that mostly, and he
Did not care at all if they would bark and fetch sticks
Run and jump, roll over, and play dead tricks
No, he liked them only for their panting
So he would run them ragged, but one day they got fed up
And chased the prince right up against the fence
And the prince was eaten by his panties*
This song appeared on the same album as “Classical Gas” but has been mostly forgotten for some reason.
It reminds me of corporate-speak, and perhaps should be treated accordingly. So…
“For our new line of feminine crotch restraint devices, we tasked Marketing with the challenge of surveying our chosen demographic; and from the results obtained from the consequent focus-group testing, which were compared against industry-standard benchmarks using understood and accepted metrics, we concluded that a modification to include some aesthetically-pleasing yet non-functional openwork fabric will result in an integrated solution delivering greater personal satisfaction to the user, which we can leverage into increased sales on a going-forward basis.”
“Okay, so you spent a lot of time and money to find out that we’ll sell more if we add lace trim.”
Win.
Quoth the article:
“The panties range from a children’s size 2 to extra-large granny-sized ones, with sizes for teens and adult women in between.”
I said one-liners!
Damn corporate jargon, I guess that’s probably as close to a one-liner as those suits can give me. 
Trim sells.
Hankie.
I have rarely heard such wisdom from the mouth of a civil authority:
Indeed:
“I see England, I see France…”
We’ll forgive you, as long as you’re not also one of those people who says “pedal to the medal”
Ah, I see that they’ve ruled out the possibility that it was a spontaneous panty swarm, then.