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Women are a constant source of misery.

Flight attendants when they were hot.

Not a fat ass in sight.

Cathy Martinez:

"During my interview I was asked about my habits: if I drank alcohol and how many cups of coffee I drank every day. Then, during training we had daily classes on how to strip our faces clean [of makeup] and start from scratch. My appearance had to conform to a certain code, like weight according to height. There was a "three strikes and you’re out" rule for people who put on weight. Our uniforms were designed by Valentino, and there was one piece that was a soft, foil mini dress in gold, silver, and bronze. [...]"

Victoria Clark:

"When I started there were usually around 600 applications for 20 positions, so it was quite competitive. There was a written, verbal, and physical exam—including a full pelvic exam, to make sure you hadn’t had children or were pregnant. We knew our wings would be clipped when we turned 33. [...] We had to wear pastel slips underneath those, so that when you reached up in the cabin, the slip would show."

Sonia Bodner:

"You know the cliché: "Coffee, tea, or me?" On one flight, I walked into the cockpit to ask the pilots what they would like for dinner. The captain looked at me, from head to toe, and he said "I would like your leg." I told him "I am not on the menu!"

Carol Brown:

"The first class meal back then was a whole white glove presentation—from caviar to roast beef—and cooked in the tiny ovens on board. We made cherries jubilee [for dessert], and for breakfast, the eggs were made to order; imagine cooking a soft-boiled egg in a hot pot and getting it just right."

Carol Greco:

"Once I was accepted, I left for Texas for American Airlines's six-week training. We had a uniform fitting where they took our measurements, and we were all given “the beauty day” in a salon, including a personal evaluation with a hairdresser. [...]"

"During my first flight to California from New York, I was summoned to meet the captain; they heard I was the new girl and a recent graduate. The captain said “Come sit on my lap, come here sweetheart.” He told the co-pilot to push something to take it off autopilot, and then gave me the steering wheel and told me to fly the airplane. “A little to the left,” he said. I was flabbergasted."

Hale Rowland:

"You couldn’t have acne, eyeglasses, jewelry, or long hair—well, unless you were a hula dancer. They’d make an exception then, but you had to wear it back. In fact, we would [hula] dance for passengers anytime someone brought a ukulele on board."

Rebecca Snider Sprecher:

"Being a flight attendant was like going to graduate school for the world. The year I started at Pan Am, 1972, was an inflection point. It was just before women started expanding their horizons in terms of their careers. Back then, most either got married, or became teachers, nurses, secretaries, or stewardesses. Only a very few were going into law or medicine, and I don’t think I knew anybody who was getting an MBA or going into business."

I remember when I was five, 1972. My mom made me put in a suit. I thought we were going to church, but we went to the airport. Got to see the cockpit, got a wing pin. Good times.

Then the slobs and fatties in their Crocs came, and the niggers…ugh.