Thursday, 23 June 2011
My kilt of choice. My choice to kilt.
The devolved nationalist government is talking about banning trousers and obliging Scots-born men to wear kilts. I welcome this. I have been wearing a kilt for some time. It is symbolic and will stregnthen our sense of citizenship when the inevitable time comes. Revolution. In our thinking. Independence.
When Southerners turn their eyes towards The North and the Hebrides, the first thing that strikes them is the large number of men with uncovered knees. Often, in the trousered South, this is seen as an act of foolishness, a disregard for Highland thistle and a form of oppression. Is gender integration not as oppressive as gender segregation? Why should, their glares demand, Scots men - heterosexual men - look indistinguisable, sartorially speaking, from Scots women?
I personally don't think it is. Of course I'm a sexist and heterosexist first and I believe in the division of the sexes along appropriate lines as much as the next man - or woman, but I'm also a Scotsman. So I uncover my knees, not once or twice for Riverdancing, but every time I go out in public.
"It is my kilt, my choice!" I cry in defiance!
Sadly no one appears to notice.
If only I coud be someone else, I catch myself thinking. Someone striding down the High Street in Camden Town in London where heads would turn and I could scream silently "Look at me! LOOK AT ME!!"
Posted by Jock McTaggish at 10:46