Interestingly I have just turned up a couple of photos of the cars being wheeled to the Italian GP starting grid at Monza in the 1930s - male drivers strolling to the line alongside their cars, which were being pushed by male mechanics, with male standard bearers holding aloft military-style flags as escort. Here was a macho demonstration of an entirely virile sport, a masculine prelude to a wheel-to-wheel mechanical duel between Men. It was reflective - of course - of a Fascist Italy pretty much fixated upon promoting and re-asserting National strength, daring and virility...of course in the image of the posturing Alpha-male Il Duce himself.
Well all of that infantile 'goose-stepping' malarkey - that over-compensation for deep-rooted nationalistic and personal insecurity - was left in tatters, in my view the right place for it, come 1945.
National pride was still reflected in pre-race parades and preparations through the 1950s into the '60s, and in promotional terms it was surely entirely understandable that onlooker man should have been perfectly happy when organisers began hiring a bevy of female beauties to brighten their day by being featured as part of the programme on track. Forget gender equality - here was a friendly, attractive, warming, good-fun, essentially harmless celebration of what makes the world go round... In the US there was the plastic attraction of the race queen - who in some famous cases eventually doubled as one of the podium-placemen's perks (for want of a better expression). I recall attractively uniformed 'grid girls' at Guards Trophy Brands Hatch meetings in the mid-to-later 1960s - and at Spring Grove Laundry saloon car rounds come to that...and - I think - at Player's No 6 autocross meetings too????
The current craze for some kind of precious, mob-appeasing protestations of effective asexuality - putting some really pleasant, bright and decent girls out of paying employment which most of them really relished - and all in the name of political rectitude - really, really sickens me. (But to be honest, I would have been far more repelled by the 1930s machismo forerunner)...
DCN