At the University of Minnesota, in 1950 or so, I was a Roman Soldier in a University Theater production of Antony and Cleopatra, and as such I wore what you'd call kilts, I suppose.

It was comfortable, I'll say.

The feature of the situation that I found disconcerting was, with exposed legs and the front section of the audience being lower than the actors on stage, all the kilted "Romans" had to have their legs made up. And the costume people didn't want fresh, wet pancake makeup to get on the kilts, so the makeup crew--all girls, as I recall--came around to the men's dressing room, and all the guys were in their dark-dyed skivvies for the makeup gals to paint our legs with wet (and sort of cold) sponges. After the pancake makeup dried, we could finish dressing.

This was--ahh--interesting, especially the first time, with a fear that a "natural reaction" might take place and be highly embarrassing. After the first time/performance, we knew that it wouldn't take place, I'm pleased to report.   Whewwww!

Dave Oesterreich