For every derisive comment I get wearing my UKs I get probably half a dozen appreciative comments - mostly from the ladies. One of the funniest comments was a few weeks ago at the Jewel grocery store in Chicago on Roosevelt near Lake Shore Drive. I'm riding down the elevator from the upstairs liquor area with my cart of groceries when a guy (with is young daughter) says:

Guy: That's a kilt, right?

Me: Sure is.

Guy: Man, it takes a REAL MAN to wear a kilt, especially in this weather!

Me: Well, my ancestors were Highlanders so I guess it's in the blood.

Admitedly, it's hard not to get one's hackles up at some of the incredibly narrow-minded no-education comments and I've unfortunately been known to occasionally make the odd rude gesture in reply however, I usually can master the irrate Highlander-within and just remind myself that they're only poor Sassenachs anyway!