OK, so they say that about 95% of women like kilts on men, and 5% don't. So, even if you take out the (potential) dying embers syndrome, every now and then you can still run into one of the 5%. This is a no sweat deal.

I'd suggest that you continue to Stand proud in your kilt (old or young), while emulating (and exuding) the spirit of the highland garment that you proudly wear. I'd just let the weak, continue to be weak, and move on.

That's my 2 cents worth......


Quote Originally Posted by TheOfficialBren View Post
Recently, a person (who is now a former friend due to issues unrelated to the purpose of this post) took a parting shot and said that kilts look bad on me and that they make me look like an old man.

Silence was my reply (as it ws via a random text message).

"Harumph," thought I, "that woman is the queen of idiots!"

[the former friend is female]

I sat indignantly for all of thirty seconds and decided that this was nothing more than an infantile attempt to gain some attention while the dying embers of what I came to realise was an entirely artificial relationship are smothering out.

I have come to realise that, while many times life's little bumps can give us a helluva jolt, we are usually better people to ignore such moronic behaviour but sometimes it is best-advised to offer the other buttock cheek sometimes rather than the cheek that a certain Jewish Carpenter from Galilee recommended.

How does this pertain to kilts?

Well, kilts were merely a path travelled to arrive at a destination (the insult). Sometimes when people make rude comments about our pleaty bits we must be mindful that they are likely to lash out at anything that sticks out. If I had had green hair or an affinity for Mongolian Throat Singing (mind-blowing, btw) or some other oddball thing then THAT would have had a proverbial target painted on it.

This person is very small, petty, and sad. I hope that they find happiness. I just don't plan to be there (nor do I want them present for my celebrations).


In the end, the world is full of dolts of every size and shape. Karma has her own hitlist.

Stay kilted, my friends. Tartan, tweed...yes, even those Utilikillmenow things.

Wear it proud. Wear it loud. Wear it quietly. Wear it defiantly. JUST WEAR IT!!!