it made me stop because I KNOW I've seen it before. Funny thing, and I never thought about it until reading this thread, but I don't remember my parents playing records, ever. That was something my siblings and I did. I remember my grandmother had a huge console-type record player but again, I don't ever recall listening to, or seeing, records that she owned.
It just wasn’t in your face back in the ‘50s like it is now. You could find the girlie calendars & mags & posters, etc. in the all-male work places, which were way more numerous back in those days.
Long ago, my parents rented a cottage on Platte Lake near Honor for a week or two so my Dad could try to catch some fish (with mixed success). In the summer of 1960, “Psycho” came to the Cherry Bowl drive-in, and my parents took us all to the late show, assuming that us young’uns would fall asleep. They figured they better leave early as long lines were expected. So, there we were on a hot summer night, windows rolled down waiting in line for the next showing. AND THEN THE FOG ROLLED IN OFF LAKE MICHIGAN. When it was finally our turn to go in, we could hear all the screaming but could see nothing due to the thickest fog you can imagine. I can’t believe my Dad actually stayed thru the whole thing. When we got back home, Mom went by herself to the local theater to see what she missed.