I still remember my mother, born 1918, being absolutely incandescent after she rang the tax office to enquire about her tax refund.
The man on the other end told her ‘This isn’t your money, it’s your husband’s.’ 🤬
This would have been late 60s/very early 70s.
And only just before I started working for an airline in the early 70s, the rule about female cabin crew having to leave if they got married, was scrapped. Their husbands wouldn’t like them having to stay away from home! Who was going to cook their dinners and iron their shirts??
Naturally nothing was said about randy first officers who slipped notes under your hotel room door, saying, ‘The door is open, come and kiss me goodnight…’