When I lived in Francophone Europe, I used to laugh and laugh at the ads for secretaries wanted. They were still allowed (in contrast to the USA) to put up ads like this:
Seeking young, vibrant secretary. Must type x words a minute, have a pretty smile, be between 18 and 25 years old, nice figure, pleasant personality.
From “One, Two, Three”
Borodenko: When will papers be ready?
C.R. Macnamara: I’ll put my secretary right to work on it.
Mishkin: Your secretary? She’s that blond lady?
C.R. Macnamara: That’s the one.
Peripetchikoff: [after conferring with the others] You will send papers to East Berlin with blond lady in triplicate.
C.R. Macnamara: You want the papers in triplicate, or the blond in triplicate?
Peripetchikoff: See what you can do.