AA, I know exactly what you mean having been born and raised in Chicago, a city of ethnic neighborhoods. It is not unlikely to see the locals playing Bocchi Ball in the streets on Taylor Street or 24th & Oakley, or someone wearing a sombrero in Pilsen, or a dashiki(sp) on the West Side, but a kilt on Michigan Ave? No way. I can't say there's a large Scottish population in Chicago, but if there were, you'd see kilts all over the place, but only in that neighborhood. That's Chicago; not only still racially segregated, but ethnically as well, and luckily that is slowly changing. In a way, I think we can thank all the punk rockers, goths, and skinheads for paving the way for our somewhat unorthodox manner of dress (in that it's not often seen on the streets). People seem inured (love that word) to seeing things out of the ordinary these days, especially here in Palm Springs, CA. That's good if you want to ease into wearing a kilt on a daily basis, or it's bad if you're seeking constant attention. Back on topic: I think wearing the kilt becomes somewhat of an addiction. I rented one once, loved it, ordered one, didn't get it right away, then bought one off the rack that happened to fit. I so craved having one, I couldn't wait to get the first one. If someone stops wearing the kilt, it's most likely to keep harmony in the family, and that's sad. Kilt on!