“the uninhibited memoirs of two airline stewardesses”
(called trudy baker and rachel jones)
i was pleasantly surprised by this one, though i should never doubt bust magazine, as this came out of the big list that i made last year from back issues. originally published in ’67, it has shows staying power, but perhaps the lifestyle is just that compelling. to go back to bust for a moment, i remember reading something about the blechdel test, or the screening of movies with all-female casts that do not centre around action and conversations about men. that’s the only thing that i wish was different here, but i suppose that’s what you get when their stories are told to and filtered by a fella.
“I suppose he doffs the ring when his mind begins to reflect back on all those stewardess stories he’s heard. He remembers hearing from Joe, a guy in his office, how he made a stewardess in the backseat of the airplane on his last business trip. He recalls the office boy telling how he is pulled into strange stewardesses’ apartments and raped nightly. He pictures the stewardesses who will be working his flight as busy, lusty, quivering mounds of flesh just waiting for him to come aboard so the bacchanal can begin. He figures he’ll have a better chance if these sexpots of the sky don’t know about his wife and seven kids. So, off comes the ring, exposing maybe a year of lily-white skin. He might as well wear a sign.” (128)
“The stewardess consensus is that doctors usually make their pitch via a note placed on their tray after dinner. Usually, it will contain something terribly clever like, ‘I am a doctor. I’m staying at the Mark Hopkins. My room number is 2030. Nine o’clock.’
If you’re pregnant, getting one of these notes could be construed as a good deal. If you’re not, but maybe have a headache, it might also make sense to trudge up to his room. But remember-all doctors are married. You must have this firmly in mind before making any decisions. And if you do decide to go, be on time. Doctors hate to be kept waiting.” (250)