You whippersnappers don’t know what it was like, but sometimes when it got boring in the office you just had to close your office door, call up your honey, and ask her what she was wearing. Did you shave this morning? Did you miss me while you were in the shower?

Art is by Cécile Vallonoux.

Full disclosure: I am old enough to have worked in a 20th-century office with the architecture that allowed for this kind of phone sex shenanigans, but I’m not actually old enough to have indulged in them. By my time, the supporting social structures were already long gone. I had a lock on my door but my boomer bosses expected to, and did, burst into my office without warning at any time.

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