The pre-feminist kind. I was just telling my blacksmith class tonight about being a high school junior in 1971, & wanting to take shop classes, but the @%$& guidance counselor would not let me, because "girls are afraid of machines".

Seriously. This is what we grew up with. My mother, who was a proper lady and pretty much clueless, would not back me up, as she believed that wood shop and/or metal shop were inappropriate pursuits for a girl. My God. How ever would I find a husband if I knew how to operate a lathe? And she was probably worried that I might harm myself. So, it took me 40 years, but I'm finally taking metal shop

And I extend a double-digit salute to old Mr. What's-his-face, the guidance counselor.