An amusing story by a journalist wearing a kilt for the first time at a Scottish games and seeing the light.

http://www.bakersfield.com/news/colu...ilt-for-a-kilt

"Don't wear anything under the kilt," advised my friend Bart, when I told him what I was doing.

I had, but I could tell that if I had taken his advice, I would have experienced another level of freedom, which would have been difficult to surrender.

We walked around the fairgrounds. I could have walked forever. I was the king, and these people were my Scottish subjects. I pitied my poor peons who were wearing jeans, khakis and tight shorts.

I walked among those prisoners of fashion, enslaved by their own images of masculinity. I used to be one of you, but no more. I have joined the other side. Now, I'm playing for the men in plaid.
Best regards,

Jake