I decided to support National Tartan Day by wearing a tartan skirt that I've had for a couple of years, and I started the day very excited. I decided that I was going to wear my skirt all day long--something I haven't done since I was a kid--and I was looking forward to it.

My husband was excited about it, and my three year old daughter wanted to know if we were going to church... Then, we were going to make a trip to Costco and I was starting to get cold so I pulled out my tall winter UGG boots and put them on. My husband took one look at me and said it was starting to look like a scene from Braveheart around here, and it all went downhill from there. Not wanting to look like William Wallace, I changed into a more feminine pair of shoes and we went out. Due to the comment that my husband made, and the fact that over the past couple of months I've had it indoctrinated into my brain that kilts are a very very masculine thing, I started to feel a little unwomanly.

After about an hour, I started to get uncomfortable. The wind blew up, my legs froze, I thought knee length socks might make me warmer, but after being compared to William Wallace, I didn't want to go there, and I had to constantly keep my knees glued together. At 4:00, I caved and ran happily back to my jeans, and now I am as comfortable as I can possibly imagine.

I still love skirts and dresses, but I'm happy to relegate them to special occasions only, and I am now more than ever in full support of Men in Kilts.

I think that when I am not on this board, I'm going to find a board dedicated to the wonder of Jeans and become an active member there as well.

So all in all, it's been a very gender confusing day.