A little anecdote.
I was going to add to my comment on TR’s post that it would be well to have a very large smile on his face should he ever consider – not that he would, of course, being the gentleman that he is – uttering a sentence with ‘men,’ ‘skirts,’ and ‘silly,’ in it where there was any chance that one of thee chaps might overhear it:
Of one of the ‘Oh, shit,’ moments of my service. I was escorting a young American soldier through our lines in Osnabrueck. We shared a barracks with the Royal Scots – the First of Foot, and we were walking down the road which marked the boundary between our lines and theirs. Coming the other way were three soldiers of the Royal Scots and as we approached each other, this guy said, in a loud voice, ‘Holy shit, those guys are wearing skirts…’
As luck would have it, I knew one of the Royal Scots guys and I managed to smooth things over and we were parting amicably, with me trying ot point out the the American that it was really, really, not a good idea to make offhand remarks about kilts to Scottish squaddies when he said, loudly again, ‘But guys look really stoopid wearing a skirt…’
The clash of feet coming to a halt behind us was the ‘Oh, shit,’ moment. With all the quick thinking appreciation of the tactical situation that the Army had trained into me in, (at that time,) about seven years, I said to the guy, ‘OK. I’m going to run away now, and I suggest you follow me.’ And I didn’t even look back