Last night's GUS (Give Up Smoking) diary concentrated on smoking in science fiction. Prairie D asked for help finding some 1950s sf stories; I've passed on answers in a comment to Prairie D's comment. (I consulted the Usenet group rec.arts.sf.written, and an sf collector who works in a library.)
Which lead me to think more about 1950s sf, and how strange it can be in the wrong places to people of today.
There's lot more smoking than in today's world, to begin with. One writing trick is to use a small action to break up dialog. Some small, everyday thing -- like lighting up a cigarette on a spaceship. Something which obviously will be just as common in the future.
There were even stories in which smoking was important to the plot: Isaac Asimov's short story "The Dead Past" and Hal Clement's novel Iceworld
Spaceship crews were usually all-male, of course. Sometimes there was a woman to do the cooking; or, in one story, to provide sexual services. (That one was written by a woman: Judith Merrill.) And I recall reading about one in which only women went into space.
Earth was smaller; in many stories, it consisted only of the contiguous 48 states. In many others, there was also the Soviet Menace; other countries were mentioned, but were important only because the two superpowers contested them.
Not all 1950s sf was US-centric. Arthur C. Clarke and other Brits wrote fiction in which England was of course still a world power, and of course was also a Great Power in space. (Yes, England. If pressed, the writers would probably have remembered there were a few other bits in the United Kingdom.)
Today's science fiction will probably seem as odd in the 2060s as 1950s sf does to us.