...the USAF has gone to a new camo, a digital tiger stripe. . I am not a big wearer of camo, but if I were, this looks better to me than the digital that the USMC and US Army went to...

It wouldn't be my first choice.

Yeah, but silly me, I don't really want to hide, I just like pockets...

I don't ever wear camo, but if I did, I'd probably look at some of the civilian patterns developed for hunters. Something appropriate to my location.

Is it me, or do the new uniforms look like those godawfull baggy pajama pants with the garish colours from the 90s? And why do airmen need cammies in the first place? I mean, your working on a B 52 in the middle of an airstrip. Men used to push B 17s over Germany wearing ties.

"...why do airmen need cammies in the first place?...

Good question. My guess would be that since the other services have their own camo, the super wingnuts (as in the Generals with the farts and darts on their cap brims) wanted the AF to have its own too...

I do wear camouflage on occasion-Flecktarn for the most part.
If you want to see what the Army should have went with-look up Multicam
I think that the Army choice was made due to cost-pixels-ie:squares are much easier to produce on clothing that blotches and circles and three color camouflage is less expensive than 5 or 6 colors.
I still like the Marine Camouflage though.

Some (very few) AF guys and gals do have jobs that expose them to a strong possibility of ground combat. Naturally, the pukes in the rear blew it as far as choosing truly effective camoflage goes. Otherwise, it is just more utilitarian workwear.

Jeff

Pockets are fricken awesome!

When I was younger I had a flight jacket I wore ALL the time I stored all kinds of gear in EVERY pocket! I had bbs, darts, knives, and more, it was awesome!

I'm a storage freak! Even my bedroom, garage, truck, etc... tons of storage areas!

My first and last foray into paintball fighting revealed an assembly of cammie clad and green faced Rambos in more patterns than a stained glass window at Notre Dame. I wasn't about to get my Flektarn wrecked and wore this grey-green work shirt and pants and sort of rubbed dirt over my face. My 'group commander' held these tactical meetings between each session. I was usually the last to join, finding some relatively rare native plant as yet unstomped or indian artifact unseen on the ground. The one way conversation for 6 such briefings went " where is Kav, he's always the last to--- dammit! Chris! stop sneaking up behind me like that."