You’re Kilting Me!
Nope, not my most original title, but I’m not looking for originality points. (I’m comfortable with the fact that I AM an original.)
Kilt. A Men’s Unbifurcated Garment (MUG). Origins in Scotland, blah blah blah read it on wikipedia. I have Scottish ancestors (Clan McCleod, Septs Bethune and McCaskill) and that’s NOT the reason I wear a kilt. My wife just thinks its a phase, a current obsession, and frequently rolls her eyes when I wear my olive green Utilikilt Original
around the house. She was further chagrined to find out (via an egregious display) that there is no liner or modesty shield on this kilt. And that was before I mentioned that I had been wearing it to work in the yard.
Yet “shock value” is not my prime motivator either. Initially I got the kilt (a trade with the guys at Utilikilts) so I could wear it to my first Scottish Festival in Payson Utah last July. I attended with my mother and it was a worthwhile experience and then the kilt sat around, lonely and underused, for much of the past 9 months. Such a shame! Here I had a fine garment, one of the most expensive that I own, and I’m only wearing it once a year? How can this be?
So I started wearing it around the house. And then out in the yard. And then on an occasional errand. Yes, I have the natural concerns of a rational heterosexual male in Utah County, but most of those are easily pushed aside with the same logic that I use when considering the sad state of our yard or the cars we drive. So, what’s holding me back from taking the leap and wearing my kilt to work and more?
Photos like these:


Yes, they are bolder than I am and I understand their enthusiasm and passion for their kilts. But they look a bit different than this guy:

Hmmm…of course, this happens all the time in the fashion industry, that is, using great looking models to sell clothes to people who will never look great in them. Yet, how to overcome this phenomenon? Simple answer…get into great shape! Oh, and find the right shirt, belt, shoes and socks to go with the kilt.
So, while acknowledging that many kilt-wearing men do not have the same reservation that I do (hats off to you boys!) I’m still working on the being in good shape part, much less the great shape. Is it pride? Maybe. I’m not completely uncaring as to the image I present. Yet at my age (54 as of this writing) and living where I do (uber-conservative LDS mecca), if I’m going to do it (wear it to Cafe Zupas or Walmart) I want to do it right. Oh that I looked like this guy!:

Alas, Friberg had a talent for depicting studly men whom most of us mere mortals will never come close to matching…but I’m trying.
Tags: pursuit of manliness