Or he could put on a kilt. Kilts are very manly. Almost as manly as walking down the street with a claymore strapped to your back.
See, in Louisville, that happens. And it's awesome. You can go down to Bardstown Road and if you're lucky you may see any of the following:
A homeless man knocking a kid off his bike and stealing it.
A man in chainmail walking down the street waving a Zweihander around.
A group of kids hitching rides on passing vans.
A gypsy playing pan flute music not twenty feet away from a Zakk Wylde clone playing electric guitar on a crappy battery-powered amp.
A dead dog.
A cat eating a dead dog.
A dog eating a dead cat.
All of the above within a hundred-foot radius.