I couldn’t help thinking of Conan O’Brien’s skit of that name when I saw this clip from the 1930s depicting their forecast for fashion in the year 2000.
Some things, they got right, like the personal phone. I could use a central chest mount like that, actually.
When it comes to women’s clothes, however, I guess they never imagined that women just wouldn’t be wearing any. Not in the summer time, anyhow.
What I want to know is, where’s my flying car.
…and the lady’s maid? Where can I get me one? Why isn’t she bringing me my tea in bed every morning?