The best thing about this mini-series is the text. Our Host certainly studied the advertsiting language of the period to lay on he saleman's shmaltz as well as he has.
Bonus points for the Asian-inspired grille at the entrance--complete with opaque fill-- and the wonderful reel-to-reel magnetic tape readers.
The knee-length, black skirts are actually somewhat conservative.
Also, the Enterprise emblem Our Host devised is quite invocative of stuff like this:[link]
Again, Our Host knew their shit.