The MacBitseach

I am The MacBitseach of Clan MacBitseach. (MacBitseach is Irish Gaelic for son of a bitch.)
This blog will tell of my daily happenings while kilted and any kilt related musings or rants I have a need to express.
I have worn a kilt since January 5th, 2003.
I'm also Bear of Bear Kilts, a kiltmaker.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
Fashion
A kilt is an undeniably male garment. One of the few male garments left in the world these days.
There's a lot of male bashing these days. Anything that's purely male is frowned upon and labeled as unsightly.
Kilts, for some reason, are an exception to this.
What's a fella to do?
I wore a pair of grey sweat shorts to go play catch with my son today. When we got to the park, I took off my tee shirt in the hopes of tanning my "lily white belly." (I used quotes because that was said to me the other day ... in the spirit of a friendly challenge, of course.)
I've lost a lot of weight in the past few years but I'm not lean, yet. I just don't care what people think of me anymore.
It was very refreshing to go shirtless, to feel the sun on my skin, the wind whispering through my back hair.
That's right; back hair.
"Back hair! Eeeeewwwww!"
Shaddap!
I'm 50 and hairy. It's called being a man and I won't apologise for it, any more than a woman should apologise for having boobs.
Guys are hairier than women. That's just the way it is. It's not gross, or nasty, or eeeewwwww! It's only thought of as gross because society has taken such a feminine turn lately.
Burt Reynolds is a hairy guy. So are Tom Selleck, Chuck Norris, and yes ... Sean Connery. All sex symbols.
It's not the hair that's objectionable on the average, non sex symbol guy. It's the maleness.
Real men wear kilts. A lot of us don't feel the need to shave anything but our faces, if we even choose to shave those. It's not macho, or defensive, or defiant. It's biology or it's a preference.
How could the biology of one half of the human race be gross when the other half is all about beauty?
Beats me. Things are getting hairy around here.
It's about living naturally for me. Fashion is not my interest.
I have hair on my body. I'm starting to treat my body better with diet and exercise. I choose to wear a kilt.
I do these things because I feel better, more naturally myself, when I do them.
Why on Earth would anyone think maleness is repugnant? Or femaleness, for that matter?
Aesthetics? The anti-male aesthetic has been growing since the start of the women's liberation movement. More and more guys are shaving, not just their backs, but their entire bodies, because women keep telling them that they prefer 'smooth' men.
Whenever someone is grossed out by any large group of people for reasons that go against nature, it says a hell of a lot more about the person who is grossed out than the person behaving naturally ... and about that society.
We're all subject to unnatural societal likes and dislikes. I happen to prefer women with shaved legs because it was ingrained in me throughout my life. I understand that. But I also like bushy eyebrows.
That's a preference I can't explain.
There's a lot of male bashing these days. Anything that's purely male is frowned upon and labeled as unsightly.
Kilts, for some reason, are an exception to this.
What's a fella to do?
I wore a pair of grey sweat shorts to go play catch with my son today. When we got to the park, I took off my tee shirt in the hopes of tanning my "lily white belly." (I used quotes because that was said to me the other day ... in the spirit of a friendly challenge, of course.)
I've lost a lot of weight in the past few years but I'm not lean, yet. I just don't care what people think of me anymore.
It was very refreshing to go shirtless, to feel the sun on my skin, the wind whispering through my back hair.
That's right; back hair.
"Back hair! Eeeeewwwww!"
Shaddap!
I'm 50 and hairy. It's called being a man and I won't apologise for it, any more than a woman should apologise for having boobs.
Guys are hairier than women. That's just the way it is. It's not gross, or nasty, or eeeewwwww! It's only thought of as gross because society has taken such a feminine turn lately.
Burt Reynolds is a hairy guy. So are Tom Selleck, Chuck Norris, and yes ... Sean Connery. All sex symbols.
It's not the hair that's objectionable on the average, non sex symbol guy. It's the maleness.
Real men wear kilts. A lot of us don't feel the need to shave anything but our faces, if we even choose to shave those. It's not macho, or defensive, or defiant. It's biology or it's a preference.
How could the biology of one half of the human race be gross when the other half is all about beauty?
Beats me. Things are getting hairy around here.
It's about living naturally for me. Fashion is not my interest.
I have hair on my body. I'm starting to treat my body better with diet and exercise. I choose to wear a kilt.
I do these things because I feel better, more naturally myself, when I do them.
Why on Earth would anyone think maleness is repugnant? Or femaleness, for that matter?
Aesthetics? The anti-male aesthetic has been growing since the start of the women's liberation movement. More and more guys are shaving, not just their backs, but their entire bodies, because women keep telling them that they prefer 'smooth' men.
Whenever someone is grossed out by any large group of people for reasons that go against nature, it says a hell of a lot more about the person who is grossed out than the person behaving naturally ... and about that society.
We're all subject to unnatural societal likes and dislikes. I happen to prefer women with shaved legs because it was ingrained in me throughout my life. I understand that. But I also like bushy eyebrows.
That's a preference I can't explain.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
It's Time
You've probably heard the old Chinese blessing/curse, "May you live in interesting times."
Has there ever been an uninteresting time?
It's the person that makes what he can of the time he has. Some of us decide we're going to wear kilts, or play poker, or ride a unicycle to work, write a book ... or carry a whoopie cushion.
It doesn't matter! We're the interesting part of our time!
Time is a theory. We live.
I know people from all walks of life. I've had a hundred different jobs from the tech industry to ditch digging. I've sharpened skates, planted trees, sold my own oil paintings, written stories, and at times, gone hungry. I understand the joy of lifting a boulder way too heavy for me out of a hole and I understand how mass curves space.
I've been in love and I've been alone.
For most of my life I've had a part of me that is childlike in wonder of it all.
There has never been an uninteresting time. Ever!
I don't get people that stay in a job they hate because they're too afraid to leave it; they're unable to take a risk, even for their own happiness.
Drones.
I've never met a person that didn't have some interesting characteristics.
The people that I like to be with are the most interesting people, willing to take a calculated risk and do what they love to do. The people I don't understand are the people that chant the mantra of the drone.
"I'm bored."
Has there ever been an uninteresting time?
It's the person that makes what he can of the time he has. Some of us decide we're going to wear kilts, or play poker, or ride a unicycle to work, write a book ... or carry a whoopie cushion.
It doesn't matter! We're the interesting part of our time!
Time is a theory. We live.
I know people from all walks of life. I've had a hundred different jobs from the tech industry to ditch digging. I've sharpened skates, planted trees, sold my own oil paintings, written stories, and at times, gone hungry. I understand the joy of lifting a boulder way too heavy for me out of a hole and I understand how mass curves space.
I've been in love and I've been alone.
For most of my life I've had a part of me that is childlike in wonder of it all.
There has never been an uninteresting time. Ever!
I don't get people that stay in a job they hate because they're too afraid to leave it; they're unable to take a risk, even for their own happiness.
Drones.
I've never met a person that didn't have some interesting characteristics.
The people that I like to be with are the most interesting people, willing to take a calculated risk and do what they love to do. The people I don't understand are the people that chant the mantra of the drone.
"I'm bored."

