The tragic loss of class on airlines, especially as it pertains to stewardesses, is a setback that causes me hurt on a daily basis. If the goddesses of the sky would once more refuse to recognize the feminist movement and cease to wear loafers and baggy pants, I am positive that I would not currently be a student in sticky Savannah but rather in mid air on my way to Vegas, serving drinks to illustrious men in skinny ties. Hopefully the lovely ladies of the CWs new reality show Fly Girls will revive the long lost class of the 60s. Air hostesses, I miss your snug pencil skirts, pill box hats, and your easy virtue.
Sky girls, I miss your face-Shassie
Coffee, Tea, Or Me?- a fantastic collection of memoirs
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