Case Study: Wearing a Scottish Kilt to an English Soccer Game
So I'm in Europe at the moment "studying" abroad, specifically in grand old London Town. It's been an interesting experience to say the least. It's the absolute shit if we're being completely honest. You don't realize how generally awful American society is until you've lived elsewhere for some time. But I digress, me and my "squad" (basic bro alert) landed some ticks to an England football (with your feet) game a few weeks back. It was a wild day. It was a Sunday and we had spent the weekend in Edinburgh, so we were literally right off the plane and on our way to the game. Coming straight from Scotland I was naturally still wearing my authentic Scottish kilt of which I simply did not have the time to change out of. I also didn't know that wearing a kilt to the game was means for getting ran out of the stadium by angry Englishmen. Apparently it was, and these fucking guys were relentless. Full disclosure: you can't drink at your seats for some reason at these games, so I was forced to house 6 beers at half-time that hit me like a ton of bricks around the 70th minute. Consequently, there were definitely a few things I should not have said to these men that I went ahead and said regardless.
Either way these dudes just would NOT STOP. Followed me all the way from the stadium to the train just begging for me to square up. It was nonsense. I felt violated. Alone and afraid with a hefty breeze blowing directly up my crotch. Trying to outrun a bunch of beligerent Brits in what, let's be honest, is a fucking skirt. I was completely unaware at the time that Scotland is probably seceding from the U.K. in the very near future, but if we're being honest who really gives a hoot about that.
Bottom line is don't do this. Just be a normal person who doesn't blatantly cross the line on a regular basis.