Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Next Best Thing to Skyclad
Why Are There So Many Jokes About Kilts?
Why are there so many jokes about kilts?
Well, my new family plaid kilt is here, right in time for Beltane. Just one problem, though: it's a wee bit long, laddie.
(Ieuan of Cymru: Jones of Wales, in case you're wondering. Bet you didn't know that there were Welsh tartans too, did you?)
(Actually, there weren't until some enterprising entrepreneur thought them up around the turn of the 21st. So what?)
Love that, ancestry notwithstanding, the kilt has managed to become the National Attire of the Pagan Male, maybe because it's the next best thing to skyclad.
Commando? Seriously?
Darling, I'm pagan. You know what they say: With underwear, it's just a skirt.
Love the look, love the freedom, love the weight and motion, striding out. As my friend Stephanie says, every guy looks better in a kilt.
As for that extra length (maybe the Welsh are more modest than Scots?), well: that's it's own kilt joke.
If the kilt's above the knee, you're a boy.
If the kilt's at the knee, you're a man.
If the kilt's below the knee, you're bragging.
May Eve, gentlemen: time to kilt up.
For bragging, maybe, read: advertising, eh?
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