Several incidents from the late 60s/early 70s that just wouldn’t happen today, have either appalled my dds or made them hoot with laughter.
One, a job I applied for produced a reply saying, ‘Oops, sorry, but this position isn’t open to women since it involves travelling and even (NB that even!) driving a car!
Two, a job I did get, cabin crew with an airline, had only very recently been open to any married women (if you’d got married while employed you’d had to leave) because your husband wouldn’t like you being away - who would cook his dinners and iron his shirts? (No mention of ahem randy First Officers sticking notes under your hotel room door, saying, ‘My door is open, come and kiss me goodnight.’)
Three, once I did get married and informed my bank of my change of name, they said they ‘needed’ to know my husband’s name and his occupation.
Stuff that! I closed the current a/c and went joint with dh - as it’s been ever since.