I went to Catholic school for four years, always with very strict dress codes - what color socks we could wear and how long they were, what our shirts and skirts looked like, all were quite tightly regulated. I never worried about self-expression with my uniform, because I had enough of that to do with my words. Now, are twelve years of uniforms the reason my fashion sense nowadays is so hopelessly banal?
... Maybe.
But I definitely am in favor of uniforms. I definitely miss that ability to wake up in the morning and pick out a set of things that will all match, no matter what. I mean, I *still* wear a uniform, only now it's called "jeans, dinky tee-shirt, dinky jacket, shoes." Done. And I always did like the look of solidarity that came of being one in a class of uniformed girls. I was proud of the skirt and blazer, and the Senior Sweater was a badge of honor to be worn proudly (even on boiling hot days in September - WE EARNED IT!) Hell, if I could do it over again now I'd wear my skirt *more* often than I did.
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... Maybe.
But I definitely am in favor of uniforms. I definitely miss that ability to wake up in the morning and pick out a set of things that will all match, no matter what. I mean, I *still* wear a uniform, only now it's called "jeans, dinky tee-shirt, dinky jacket, shoes." Done.
And I always did like the look of solidarity that came of being one in a class of uniformed girls. I was proud of the skirt and blazer, and the Senior Sweater was a badge of honor to be worn proudly (even on boiling hot days in September - WE EARNED IT!) Hell, if I could do it over again now I'd wear my skirt *more* often than I did.