I don’t quite know how to say this. First, no, I’m not going to run Grandfather this year. I mean it. But there’s this kilt, you see. Um, well, and I kind of like it.
Yes, I just took Iris’ prize. All the spoils of Clannad Sutcliffe go to me, as I obviously wear the… anyway, aside from a Marilyn Monroe moment or two, I see the appeal. I felt like a pre-Roman invasion inhabitant of the British Isles. Especially with that awesome hat.
So what am I going to do? How far down the runnerd hole am I willing to go? On principle, I really just can’t start wearing a kilt. I’m not sure what principle, I just can’t. It’s not a masculinity thing, as I have no insecurity with my lack thereof,
and frankly I think the kilt looks kind of badass. It just seems like the “in” thing to do, and I think my rebel status would take a hit if I followed the trend. But it’s very very comfortable. If I don’t wear it, aren’t I just letting the opinions of others dictate my decisions? Again my rebel status, currently in good standing thank you very much, takes a hit.
I think I could wear it if Iris lets me have a sword. Or maybe a big axe.
Seriously though? Shorts kind of suck. Crap. Why is life so hard?