Uniform

My daughter's school requires uniforms, and I appreciate the tidy, focused academic atmosphere it fosters. I also find a six-year-old in a plaid jumper, navy cardigan and matching headband utterly charming, but that's secondary.

I was fascinated to learn recently (through this blog) that Ray and Charles Eames, American mid-century designers, fashioned uniforms for themselves to work in every day: a black pocketed tunic-style dress for Ray, and a button-up shirt, cardigan and bowtie for Charles.

I've been wondering lately about a uniform for myself, considering wearing the white coat I haven't touched since residency. Dr. M. Ross, in this BCMJ article, makes some interesting observations about physicians' dress:

"Another way in which physicians and nurses may have diminished their comforting authority in society is the casualness of their dress. There is an inherent respect for work-related uniforms—from the bus driver to the shaman. We have good historical records of the very precise dress of physicians in ancient Persia and until recently professionals dressed professionally. This is important as a placebo. A policeman blowing his whistle does not stop traffic if out of uniform."

I wonder if I could convince the clinic nurse to wear nylons and a white cap?