Perhaps more to the point: who cares? Well, if you do care, the answer: "21,306 miles . . . or long enough to put you somewhere between here and the moon." Hence the woman in space. Seconds later, of course, she died from exposure to the vacuum . . . in a way, it's a depressing image; even in the future, women will be REQUIRED to IRON. But at least they'll have bucket chairs and capri pants. Note: she's not ironing anything. It looks like she's playing the board like a steel guitar.