I take my 90-plus-year-old mother shopping for lingerie at a department store. The store has moved things around, and there’s too much walking, and not enough chairs or benches for resting in between treks through athletic gear and housewares to get to the destination.

Finally there, the colourful displays of tiny lace panties and embellished bras seem to go on forever, but back in the corner, we find a rack of boxed white cotton bras in only one style for the 40DDD and up sizes.