@Aleph0 Crazy isn't it? When I was at high school, teachers were allowed to smoke in the class room. The gaulloise-smoking English teacher was considered to be very considerate because he allowed the top windows to be opened for fresh air, even in winter. (And back then, winter was WINTER).
I used to count the number of ciggies my mum would smoke on long car trips, and she smoked until her heart gave out, but she was so proud: no lung cancer! Until she died, she said she hadn't died from smoking. It was only later on that I learned that yes, her heart had given out from smoking since she was twelve, but yes, she also had lung cancer.
When I was in my first job, my colleagues were commended because they agreed to smoke only menthol cigarettes in the office, in consideration of my chronic bronchitis. The owner of the business would stalk the corridors checking on who had left early and who was still there after hours, smoking a long, black cigar. The longer the cigar, the worse the business was doing.
When going out for dinner, my wife and me used to go as early as possible, before the smoking crowds would get to the restauransts, so we could have had our food and leave before the place got fugged up.
And then changes happened, and the world became a more breathable place.
And then in 2018, we visited Austria, and found out restaurants over there still have smoking areas. That was a bit of a shock!
But where I live, I only encounter tobacco in the streets, not indoor anymore.
Anyway, the Kusanagi-sensei that I have in my heart can and will quit smoking! Go, go, go, sensei!