Most of the World Navies lower deck Sailors Wear Effeminate Uniforms.

The Sailor’s Uniform
For many years, sailors in the Royal Navy waited for the privilege to
leave their ship or establishment out of uniform. In the early 1950’s, this
privilege was finally granted, but only in shore establishments. In 1965, it
was extended to ships, but only in British Commonwealth ports of call.
Should anyone dare suggest that my descendants wear a Gilbert and
Sullivan comic opera-type navy uniform, I would cheerfully see them
dead before allowing it. People who wear these uniforms may feel proud
for a while, but the novelty wears off very quickly when you discover
you have been dressed to fit into a subordinate category and are
identified as such. Furthermore, you are obliged to cringe, bow, and
grovel before all other navy personnel who are dressed in attire that is
more comfortable. The higher their order of rank, the more difficult it is
to communicate with them. This sort of situation gives the word ‘rank’ a
different definition. You can easily recognise these Dartmouth Desmond's
because they elevate their twitching noses like pompous peacocks when
they address you. During any conversation, you will be forced to listen to
cod’s wallop like “I say, old chap” or” I say, Smith” or “Jolly good, oh get
on with it” or “Damn good show” and “Rugger Soccer” and “Twickers.”
By this time, you will wish you had joined the salvos, who at least
command respect no matter what IQ they have. Sitting on their arses and
legally collecting money and smiling at people cannot be all that bad.
If you have ever struggled to get into a British Navy sailor’s uniform,
you will know how uncomfortably hot and itchy it is. The useless black
silk and lanyard just make it easier for shore-going assassins to be able to
strangle you in a punch-up.
Most sailors during my Royal Navy days (including those from other
countries) couldn’t wait to take off these peculiar uniforms that are
reminiscent of the days of wigs and crinolines.
The USA, a former colony of Britain and the world leader when it
comes to reform and futuristic ideology, has also missed the boat when it
comes to uniforms. Although its lower-deck sailor’s uniform lacks the
distinctive pantomime look of the French and British theatrical costume,
in my opinion it still looks flamboyant and effeminate.
Gene Kelly, Old Blue Eyes, and other stars were seen cavorting gaily
about in sailor’s uniforms in semi-ancient Hollywood movies, but they
were paid astronomical fees for doing so.
Nowadays, girls, women, etc. avoid relationships with long-absent
seagoing lovers, unless of course they are strict or religious or perhaps
desperate, pregnant, or just plain ugly. Nevertheless, I admire those dear
few ladies who love waiting and appreciate what they are waiting for.
My message to you black-tie bigwigs with your myriads of medals is:
Cast your eyes upon the plight of your lower-deck men. It’s time they
wore sophisticated uniforms that make them look like men. Put the old,
outdated uniforms where they belong – with cocked hats, penny-farthing
bicycles, grandma’s box of musty mementos, and rusty tins of used gramophone needles.