I am just settling down after a ceilidh in Glencoe for my friend's birthday that turned into a 24 hour party.
It's certainly a very different point of view being expressed by the OP to life over here. I have been wearing my kilt for 3 days, from Milngavie up through Loch Lomond, The Trossachs, Crianlarich, Tyndrum and in Glencoe village itself. No-one has batted an eye. I have only gotten one comment when I was buying petrol, the attendent said he was an ex-QOH after clocking my tartan, then told me about his upcoming holiday to Bulgaria.
At the ceilidh itself there were more guys in kilts than in breeks, as you'd expect. There's absolutely nothing "in your face" going on here at all. If anyone's "minds were messed up" it was probably due to attempting the Dashing White Sargeant after a large plate of haggis, neeps and tatties at the Clachaig Inn and probably too many drops of the cratur.

I can only guess the Scottish equivalent to the OP might be if a born and bred Scottish Highlander started wearing Bavarian Lederhosen for no obvious reason. That would probably gain some attention, but not the kind I would seek.
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