My friend Kristin has a calendar at her desk of old sci-fi book covers (or comic covers or whatever).
Essentially, they're almost all some dude in a spacesuit, with a rocket-pack, a bubble helmet, and a raygun defending some helpless, scantily-clad woman.
She pointed out something that's sticking in my head.
In NONE of these posters is a woman wearing a spacesuit or helmet.
Not one.
What's the assumption back in the '50's? Space-women didn't need to breathe? Necrophilia was okay?
It's vaguely-creepy.
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