Speaking of branded religious headwear, the person handing out neck-trauma-facilitation apparatus[1] at the White Scar Caves last weekend referred to my YACF buff as a headscarf and was appropriately conscientious about not asking me to remove it. Which was good, because my ears were cold.
[1] Cheap hard hats with keep-the-dropped-screws-out-of-your-eyes peaks, which made them distinctly suboptimal for walking in a crouch through low-ceilinged caves.