Some say having to dress the same prevents independent growth. Someone worried about growth should get a larger uniform.
Webster's Dictionary defines uniform as the distinctive clothes of a particular group. This uniformly covers a lot more groups.
People in blue jeans and cowboy boots are country western fans, but music lovers in support hose prefer Neil Diamond.
A man wearing a red, white and blue tie, as well as a flag pin, is a politician. A man in a sailboat on Wednesday is a doctor and a man in horizontal stripes is either a prisoner or thin enough to get away with wearing horizontal stripes.
We're not meant to judge books by their covers, but clothes are covers and we judge people by them. A nurse is caring, a fireman is brave and someone in an orange vest standing by a "Men at Work" sign is overpaid.
My husband's uniform is seasonal. As the temperature goes up, so does the length of his pants.
My uniform is black - black tops, black skirts, black slacks, black shoes. Everything goes with everything. However, my skirts don't get shorter from dry cleaning anymore.
Because I hate deciding what to wear every morning, I brought uniformity to my closet. I divided my clothes into categories - casual, dressy casual and dressy.
In the morning I take whatever is in front of the appropriate category and at night I hang it in the back of that category. Whatever I avoid wearing is hung in the thrift store.
Uniforms are used to distinguish staff from customers, but there's nothing distinguished about the bright-striped, cone-shaped hats worn by the female staff at Hot Dog on a Stick.
I've only seen one male working at Hot Dog on a Stick. His hat was decorated with the same garish stripes, but it was a visor. Either the CEO of this hot dog haven is a misogynist or the women hired are Marge Simpson wannabes.
They say women fall for men in uniforms. If we're talking about military uniforms, I think it's the commitment that makes these men attractive. If it were just the uniform, the Maytag repairman wouldn't be so lonely.