So, I watched what may possibly be the coolest show ever made - The Persuaders, starring Roger Moore and Tony Curtis. It may not be particularly well-written or especially entertaining but there is a breathtaking amount of mojo. Both characters are rich playboys who literally do not utter a single line that cannot be identified as ultra-cool. Exotic locales, expensive European cars, lots of brandy, and a plethora of smoking hot sixties babes.
What's got Moore all dishevelled? Why, he's in a fight over whether to put one olive or two in a Creole Scream cocktail. Now, that's cool.So anyway, there's a scene where Curtis departs a plane surrounded by a bevy of gorgeous stewardesses. Naturally, this got me thinking about the golden age of flight when planes were filled with beautiful stewardesses and not modestly dressed "flight attendants" of either gender.
I've whined about this issue before. Apparently, I haven't got it all out of my system. I think the reason times have changed so drastically is that the airplane is no longer a gentleman's club in the sky. Rather, airports are filled with about an equal measure of males and females along with lots of families.Another reason may be that no one gives a flying monkey fart about their appearance anymore (particularly in the States). Back in the day, hair was fixed, shoes shined, hats worn, hands gloved, scent applied... now everyone looks like they just rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of dirty jeans and t-shirt from the bottom of their closet. Quite frankly, fashion conscious flight attendants would look out of place among a bunch of skank customers.
Nonetheless, it's still nice to reminisce on the groovy age of travel. There's an amazing gallery to be found here. Be forewarned that it has enough pictures on a single page to freeze up a Cray XT5 supercomputer. But it's worth it.
