David Leask on good form.
There are people who are theoretically content with preserving, say Gaelic, as a sort of cultural artefact but who complain when they see the language on a train station sign in Edinburgh. It is as if they get mad when the natives stray off their reservation.
For Scots, its tolerated “place” is, frankly, of lower social prestige. Sure, the leid is sometimes celebrated in formal culture – especially on Burns Night. But it is more often seen as an acceptable vehicle for self-deprecating comedy. There are people who are happy to laugh along with Scotland The What? or Rikki Fulton but who burst blood vessels if they hear broad Scots spoken in Holyrood.