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Aerden [userpic]
Stuff and Things

Hair: I should get my hair cut sometime this week. It's getting a bit too long. Time for the pedicure, too.

Lunch: I think they had Chicken Cordon Bleu for lunch at the cafeteria today, but I passed it up. I love that dish, but I want it to be special, the way it is when Mark makes it. I wouldn't want it to become ordinary. Otherwise, I would eat it any time it was offered to me. (g)

Work: Work has been busy today, as I'm churning out referrals for follow-up assessments. These were due last Friday, but since they were also assigned last Friday, I'm looking on speed of processing with a jaundiced eye for these. Friday morning, my to-do list had something like 30 items on it. I worked through that list, and by day's end, I had 42 to do. Today, I've whittled it down to 26 from 42, and I'm still not finished. Then, of course, there are the things which aren't on the action list, which still need doing. *sigh* A week ago, my action items were down to 18, most of which were alerts to pay invoices which hadn't yet arrived. *whines*

TV: I saw an interesting show about stewardesses on The History Channel last night. I gather that it all started going downhill when airfares were reduced, which meant the hoi-polloi could afford to fly. (g) Up until then, the term 'jet set' had true meaning. It was bizarre. I can laugh at the male chauvinism and sexism that used to pervade that profession now, but I am also stunned by it. I grew up in the era of the "Fly Me!" ad campaign. I even read as a kid (and enjoyed) my Dad's cartoon book of stewardess humor, which was also called Fly Me. Now, I'm amazed at the amount of sexism that people (and passengers) were allowed to get away with in the sixties and early seventies. I was also surprised to learn that Patricia Ireland, president of the National Organization for Women, was once a stewardess.

I used the term 'stewardess' instead of 'flight attendant' for a specific reason here. The show was about the history of stewardesses ond only gradually got to the history of flight attendants. It took a plane being hijacked in 1971 for flight attendants to begin to be seen as professionals, and 9/11 sealed the deal.

I still have to giggle at the Braniff 'Air Strip,' though. It was a fashion show-cum-strip-tease. *innocent look* Dad never told me about that!

Very interesting, though--in the sixties, I think stewardesses were almost meant to be like classical geishas, at least with regard to looking good.

Current Mood: curiousintrigued

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Re: haircut!

Bunket--Ooohhhh...I like your 3-D animated Yin-Yang icon. I could get hypnotized by that.

Yep, must get the hair cut. I live in Houston, Texas. It's 95 F. in the shade. :P

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The heydays of air travel...

There's a guy in my writer's group who writes about the airline industry in those days, and what you're talking about is all in his books. He told me the stewardesses lined up like a military inspection, and as their supervisor walked behind the row, they would get slapped on the butt to make sure they were wearing a girdle, which was a required part of their uniform.

Taken at face value, his stuff sounds really sexist, but if you really read it, the sexual politics between the stewardesses and pilots is funny and more equal than you might think. The pilots were a bunch of horndogs, trying to score with stewardesses, but the stewardesses often went into that job because of the benefits: they could enjoy the freedom of the sexual revolution, but they could also meet and hook pilots (who were considered great marital prizes, if you could get one to marry you).

Re: The heydays of air travel...

Patricia Ireland talked about the girdle. She always hated wearing it. One day, she was trying to sneak past her supervisor's office, when the woman called out, "Miss Ireland, come in here!"

Patricia went in and closed the door. Her supervisor said, "I can tell you're not wearing your girlde, Miss Ireland; you're jiggling."

I about died, and I'll bet Patricia did, too! The way she figured it, though, wearing something like that could give you varicose veins, which she considered a worse thing than jiggling. (g)


Re: The heydays of air travel...

Hee! Our costumer at the theatre where I worked always costumed from the skin out. Which mean wearing "period" underwear, which for anything set before the 70's (or later, depending on your character) meant girdles and/or waist cinchers and some of the ugliest bras! Some girls would try to get away without (if they were slim in the hips, especially), but Norma would always be: "I see you jiggling! Women in the 50's NEVER jiggled.)

I thought about you today because I was listening to my 1776 recording!

Re: The heydays of air travel...

To me, girdles were always this mysterious undergarment that I would get to wear when I grew up. Then, when I grew up, women weren't wearing them anymore and hadn't for about fifteen years. (g) Then a few years ago, they came back in style for a short time. By then, I knew what they were for and couldn't imagine why a woman would want to wear something so uncomfortable.Very weird.

Then I got my Tidwell Tummy and understood why. :P

Oooh, 1776! I hope you had a good time!


Re: The heydays of air travel...

re: 1776. Very. I have the recording from the revival with Brent Spiner (aka Data). He's no William Daniels, he's got a very nice voice. Who knew. But what I love about this recording is arrangement of the orchestration. It sounds very "period" if you know what I mean.

Oooh, so how does Mark make Chicken Cordon Bleu? I never try making it myself because I think it's one of those deceptively simple dishes that can end up tasting awful if it's not done right, like omelettes.

*giggles!* He cheats. He buys it frozen and bakes it. But he does make the white gravy/mustard sauce from scratch, and it is soooo good!