The 1950s were apparently a terrifying time to be a child. If a train wasn't coming out of nowhere to decapitate you, a seemingly harmless and endlessly fun game of "hide in a pile of leaves!"* ended when you were run over by city workers.
First of all, congratulations on figuring out how to type in a URL and then maybe even scroll. It took me at least seven years of deep and immersive monastery time to master the alchemy of the Internet, and I'm a quick study.
For many of us, The Joy of Sex was our first (usually accidental) introduction to pubes. For its publishers, it was a challenge — how do you show people how to have sex without showing actual, well, sex? Very carefully, it turns out.
BoingBoing brings us a super-duper Oldie: 1912's Hygiene for the Worker. On work apparel, the tome instructs, "The type of waist known as the lingerie is one that the business girl should not wear in the office. It is neither sensible nor dignified. Nor is it an economy, for on account of its sheerness it requires…