What an insult!

[Graham]

An aquaintance told me this evening that he saw me walking through a shopping arcade kilted. He then overheard a child say "Mummy, there's a lady with a beard". Suddenly "man in a skirt doesn't sound too bad.

We have a long way to go in educating our youth!

Earlier that afternoon I did some work inside the gaming room of a hotel. Everone was so engrossed in feeding 100's of dollar coins into these slot machines that no one even noticed me there working in a kilt.
OT comment: Now THAT was sad - to see a woman who, by her appearance, was not a weathy woman take (another) $150 in coins for the machines.

[macbubba]

AKA Ladie,s From Hell. Magnum Mallum Et Tartaum MacBubba Of The Mighty Clan MacBubba.

[Rufus]

An aquaintance told me this evening that he saw me walking through a shopping arcade kilted. He then overheard a child say "Mummy, there's a lady with a beard". Suddenly "man in a skirt doesn't sound too bad.

We have a long way to go in educating our youth!

Lady with a beard!?! Bwahhahaha! I'm sorry Graham, but that's too funny. There is no way that you look anything like a lady. I think it's even funnier because I keep picturing the creepy little girl from "The Others" saying it, wearing the cloth on her head and playing with the marionette. Oh man, that's funny stuff.

[bear]

Were you wearing your green tights and carrying your sporran over your shoulder?

[Mychael Sporrano]

I know how you feel, Graham. A few weeks ago when I was in the act of delivering a welcome-to-the-neighborhood blueberry tart, my two small children at my side, the woman of the house peered out through the window and said to another person,"It's two kids and their mom."

I am bearded to some degree, but I guess that kilt plus long hair equals the mom-look.

Oh yeah, and today someone waited for me to pass and get 100 yards up the street before screaming, "******!" at me.

Mychael

[GMan]

I'm called every name in the book and then some. Most of the time I stand up tall look mean and off they go running with their tails between their legs to borrow all those paraphrases.

It usually doesn't faze me, but once in awhile, my blood gets boiling, then I keep repeating to myself patience, patience, patience. ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.

On the lighter side you have one up on me Graham, I've never been called a bearded lady.

[bubba]

I must admit I've never been call a ****** or any other such thing. Neighbors on the whole seem ok with my kilts and generally it's a complete nonevent.

[richardljohnson]

Man Graham. I have not had that happen. I get some looks but that's about it. I guess I've been fortunate or maybe its the "LOOK" I developed with the attitude of "screw with me" and I 'cuff you, tag you, bag you and plant you'. It worked for many years.

I agree with the education part.

RLJ-

[Blu (Ontario)]

....Oh yeah, and today someone waited for me to pass and get 100 yards up the street before screaming, "******!" at me..... Mychael

Classic insecurity and cowardice at work. They wait until they're a safe distance before making the jibe. I get the same thing from teenage boys in cars.

[Graham]

I knew you would all relate. Actually Australians have a reputation for being what we call "knockers", they knock down what they do not understand or consider different.

As a 12 year old starting at an Australian school I was given hell by fellow students all because I spoke with a different accent, so I'm used to it.

The saddest part is the chap who relayed that info, with great delight and humour, he is an announcer at the radio station, a man in his 50's and a sad case.

I've not been called ****** either, that's a bit rough.
Still, no one should wear a kilt if they can't take a bit of stick from deadheads.

On a brighter note, one of the managers of the hotel I was doing some work in asked me about the tartan and then began speaking about a Campbell tartan he liked (his family).

No Bear, I left the green tights at home that day :o