The Feminist Vibrator Store, 1981

My job at Good Vibrations was lonely in 1981. Sometimes I’d have one customer per day. Even if they stayed for an hour or two, I had lots of time to sit there and think about what they said.

“My husband has died and I will never achieve climax again.”

“The therapist has told me I am sexually dysfunctional and sent me here.”

“My dad’s in prison and he has a…