Positively, for the most part, which is due largely to the prevailing socio-cultural sentiment re: men's clothing in my neck of the woods, I imagine. People stare when you drape. "Mommy, I can see down that man's shirt," is a comment I heard the other day at a coffee shop. To be fair, I was bending over. But that doesn't mean it's okay for little girls to look at me like a piece of meat!