In ancient times, there were "air hostesses." If you have never been through an airport without being forced to remove footwear, you are too young to remember pretty armies of exotic airline goddesses in kicky miniskirts and calf-hugging boots. They were the go-go geishas of international travel, stirring cocktails and playing the odds among rows of flirty business blokes. The 1960s were the heyday of the sexy "coffee, tea or me?" girls. How quaint they seem, how mythic, now that we are cattle-prodded onto jets by surly "flight attendants" of indeterminate gender, enforcing the humiliations of "sky law" as arbitrarily as... More >>>