Way back in ancient time, (40+ years ago) I was involved with a high school pipe and drum band. My girlfriend's brother was a bass drummer, and needed a tall thin (skinny) person to carry the bass drum in parades. The three of us attended different schools. On band days I would bicycle to his school and we would practice various marching maneuvers. When the band had a parade to march in, I would go to his school and the two of us used his locker to store the band uniforms. I had worn my clan kilt to family functions since about ten years old, so donning the kilt was easy. I think it was the third or fourth time we worked together that we had a two parade day with about four hours in between. Most of the band members just hung around together, not sure about wearing a kilt to the local sandwich shop. I had no problem with being kilted, I was hungry. I went to the shop and got a copy of the menu, brought it back and took orders and currency. I then went back to the shop and placed the order. A short time later I rejoined the group with several large bags of food, along with four of the local lasses to help carry the food. The rest of the group were surprised at how the power of the kilt could tie on so many beautiful lasses. I guess that since I have had a kilt most of my life, it never was an issue. For these lads, my comfort with being kilted in public, (with attachments) convinced them that it was very good to be kilted. It also helps that since eleven years old I had been 6'1" and about 125 lbs. I towered over many of my peers.
A week after this event we had a band competition. We took the top prize. The next day I went to my school in the band uniform, just to rub it in my sister's face that the band I was in beat the p@#ts of the one she played in. Hers wears trousers on all performers. The school officials had no problem with the band pride thing, some of my classmates got a little extra education about the kilt. The power of the kilt.