I guess there are a range of guys for whom kilts and kilt wearing is an issue due entirely to their own limitations as human beings.
If you imagine a spectrum with, at one end, those for whom walking upright with just a little knuckle drag is something of a personal achievement right through to those who don't need approval from their buddies to have wash everyday, the not so brave dunderheid in the auto probably needs a lot of band-aids.
I refuse to believe that guys who have a problem with kilts, actually have a problem that involves clothing. You'd probably have to be a psychologist to
fully diagnose their inadequacies, but I'm guessing that it's often just straight good ol' fashioned jealousy with a side shot of pretence.
Jealous that their miserable little world means they'll never know how the kilt meaures up as a clothing choice, and pretence that, heck, they prefer not to have the choice. Right? After all, who wants choice? No sirree, I'll just stick with a fragile ego and the body odur of a decomposed racoon like the rest of my buddies down at Moe's...
Back in the 1970's a British food company ran an ad campaign for 'instant mashed potato mix'. The ads featured a family of Martians who split their sides laughing at the behaviour of the sad Earthlings who thought the best way for creamed/mashed potato was to peel, boil and then mash them.
The joke was the Eartlings were pitifully blinkered and not very socially developed (not to mention stupid). I'm reminded of those ads every time I read about some repressed redneck with a negative kilt comment.
Imagine the service we could do to society at large with a 'only real men can hold their breath for ten minutes' bumper sticker campaign....
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