Sunday, 19 December 2010
How equal are you when your arse is hanging out?
Amarinda Jones
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Monday, 11 August 2008
Uniformity…
I was out walking this morning before work and I came across some linesmen for the electricity company doing what lineys do. They were strapping gentlemen dressed in their navy uniforms and I thought 'my, my, don't they look nice'. What is if with men in uniform? Is it just me or do you also look twice and then wonder why you do? The thing is they are just men - no better or worse than any others. What do you think? Does a uniform do it for you?
I checked out the internet to see if there were any words of wisdom as to why women are attracted to a man in a uniform. I got pretty much the same answer time and again. It’s apparently about control and domination. That the uniform indicates authority and that we like the idea of being naughty and being punished but a strong man. Another site indicated that it’s the appeal of seeing one man many times….supposedly because all men look alike in a uniform. Not sure how that is appealing. Can you work that one out? What? We want multiple men? Or do we want a faceless man? It all sounds rather Freudian to me. At work there has been a push to get new uniforms. No, pretty sure that it has nothing to do with Freud and everything to do with no one wanting to get up in the morning and think ‘crap, what will I wear.’ Only some people at the Acme Dance Shoe Emporium – no it’s not a real name although there are some toe tappers there - have uniforms and they are pretty old and daggy. Management has no issue paying for uniforms. That's a nice change. The only thing they cannot handle is a bunch of women squabbling over what uniform to have…and I do mean squabbling. Apparently, a month or two before my time at this job there was a huge uproar over what uniform to buy. The cranky old cow that recently left decided that she would form a committee of her own and tell everyone what they would wear. Naturally everyone arced up at this and it apparently became very close to being World War three in the dance shoe business when she presented to the other staff what they would wear. Picture 1980's bank staff uniforms. Picture many unhappy people. Picture management's collective brains exploding under the fall out of angry women.


And god no, I don’t think everyone has to conform but uniforms make work life so much easier. So they can pick what they like and I will wear it. A sugar bag tied in the middle with a red ribbon sporting the company logo? Sure. Okay. It's only work after all. None of it’s meant to be taken seriously.
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