Just saw an old friend's post on Facebook, inviting people to go to a bar called "The Tilted Kilt". I think I may have heard of this place before from Clay and/or Christie...so I went to the website to have a look for myself. Two words:
Um, ew.
Is it me??? If the girls were cute and walked around in kilts, I think I'd be OK with it. (Especially if they were serving fried pickles.) But giant ta tas stuffed into giant tartan bras to match the aforementioned kilts? Let me state again...
Um, ew.
I mean, the place was started in Vegas by an Italian guy who wanted to create a Celtic atmosphere in general; Irish, Scottish, English...it's all here.
And ta tas. Giant, tartan, scantily clad ta tas.
And again, I ask: Is it me??? I am pretty hip...I'm pretty cool...I am not a stuffed shirt by any means. (See my My Dream Man Purgatory blog for confirmation.) But this? I feel like it is a slap in the face to the men who lived and died in those kilts in the Highlands all those years ago. Men who, I might add, would probably dig the heck out of The Tilted Kilt. Let's call a spade a spade. I'm sure Jamie would have tried not to stare at any of the giant tatas...and he would have been extraordinarily uncomfortable when they - intentionally or not - happened to rub up against him. Mmm hmmm.
I guess maybe I feel that if you are going to sport a certain culture's garb - past or present - you should know and respect its' origin. But that makes me a hypocrite as there are an obscene amount of jeans in my wardrobe and all I know about their origin is that denim was a sturdy fabric created for the working man.
Where is the origin of the tartan bra? The Tilted Kilt? And should I therefore respect it? I think not. I think...unfortunately...that I am left feeling like this:
Um, ew.
PS - WHAT is that accent? American-Actress-Scots-Mixed-With-Spanish?!?
