I know it's a subject that comes up every once in a while, but I thought I'd tell y'all about the past couple of days that I've had. I've been full-time kilted since December, but I had a job interview to go to yesterday, at a place where kilt wearing would be a hazard. (swishing pleats getting caught by a passing forklift have featured in more than one of my nightmares since this opportunity came up...) So I decided to bite the bullet and wear pants. I dug out some sweats and had a practice afternoon Thursday. Itchy, uncomfortable, and downright painful. But that was nothing compared to yesterday. Dress slacks (the only non-sweats pants I had that still fit) are downright bloody EVIL!!!!!!! I was smart, however, and put a kilt in my briefcase to change into. The relief when I did so was both immediate and astounding. Why any man (other than an utter masochist) would voluntarily choose to do that to himself at a time when he didn't have to is completely and totally beyond me.