What a fun explanation. I love this.

Cadet: Wait, there's no laundry on the ship?

Ensign: Nope. We just wear a few uniforms in rotation then toss them all into the replicator when the new ones come out.

Interesting theory, but the logistics of such a thing are a little crazy. What happens if multiple species joins in the same year?

Is that like moose knuckle?

The technology for the basic dance belt was lost during WWIII.

imagine there's some wicked fashion obsessed long living alien admiral that every few years raises a tantrum: "o no no we gotta change the uniforms. people look awful now! how disgusting!"

and... she looks like edina monsoon

So... much... beige.

I zoomed in and scrolled from right to left for your comment. Phew