I work as a licensed professional counselor at a mental health agency in a small town in Arizona (dang near Utah we're so far north). My agency's dress code has always been, "Don't make us institute a dress code." Being rural and western, windy and sandy/dusty all the time it's pretty casual here.

About two years ago I started wearing kilts about town. My CEO first saw me in the local hardware store in my UK camo and couldn't stop staring, laughing, trying to tease me. He's 40 something, I'm 61, I stood tall. Then started wearing kilts to work from time to time. Sort of on whim, maybe once a week. Took the expected questions and teasing - a lot of it inappropriate - like an out lesbian therapist asking me what I wore under my kilts, and how I went to the bathroom wearing a kilt. Confronted that politely saying I'd be fired for asking her the same questions about her and her skirts.

One day (August 3, 2005) I just decided that kilts were too comfortable not to wear to work every day. I haven't worn pants since. I mostly sit for a living. I love the comfort.

Dealing with mentally ill and addicted clients I'd expected some flack from them. But all I get are an occasional polite question. I've decorated parts of my office with kilt photos, including a large collage of pics of men in kilts. Lets those that wanna know have an easy way to start a conversation about them. If/when they do, I address it briefly and get on with their therapy.

Being a small town its common to see clients and former clients when I'm out and about kilted. I've noticed many more greetings since I went full time kilted. Guess I'm easier to remeber in a kilt.

I'm one of the lucky ones.

I'm committed to interviewing kilted should I ever change jobs. And working in counseling I'm in an industry that's committed to cultural diversity too.

If I'm in a UK workman's and someone asks me about it I tell them "Scottish jeans." If I'm in a UK mocker I tell them "Scottish Dockers." Makes the cultural ethnic point.

Ron