I was watching a 1950s sci-fi movie on TV the other night and was thinking, boy those were the good old days when everyone was normal and not screwed up.
Yeah, except for everyone being mind-controlled by an evil monster from Venus.
Seriously: Even as a kid, it bothered me that the occasional woman scientist with a PhD on the first rocketship to the Moon would always complain about how "unattractive" their spacesuits were, or would have to be lectured to by a junior spaceman about how there was no air on the Moon.
Those were the days!
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