November is the month of Scorpio, the sign said to govern the sexual parts, as well as (forgive us) their ups and downs. Few people know more about said parts and the enjoyment thereof than our own mother lode of sexual wisdom, Playboy Advisor and Senior Staff Writer James R. Petersen. But Petersen finally met two folks who could take him to school on the subject of human sexual response: Dr. William H. Masters and Virginia E. Johnson. The celebrated come calibrators are now in their 25th year of research into the human sexual condition, and since we're celebrating our 25th year of celebrating sex, we thought it appropriate to match Masters and Johnson against the Playboy Advisor for a Playboy Interview. If you think you already know everything there is to know about sex, read it: You may pick up some handy new information.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), November, 1979, Volume 26, Number 11. Published monthly by Playboy, Playboy Bldg., 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill. 60611. Subscriptions: In the United States and its Possessions, $39 for 36 Issues, $28 for 24 Issues, $16 for 12 Issues, Canada, $18 for 12 Issues. Elsewhere, $25 for 12 Issues. Allow 45 Days for new subscriptions and renewals. Change of Address: Send both old and new address to Playboy, Post Office Box 2420, Boulder, Colorado 80302, and allow 45 days for change. Marketing: Ed Condon, Director / Direct Marketing; Michael J. Murphy, Circulation Promotion Director. Advertising: Henry W. Marks, Advertising Director; Harold Duchin; National Sales Manager; Mark Evens, Associate Advertising Manager, 747 Third Ave., New York, N.Y. 10017; Chicago, Russ Weller, Associate Advertising Manager, 919 N. Michigan Ave.; Detroit, William F. Moore, Manager, 818 Fisher Bldg.; L.A., Stanley L. Perkins, Manager, 8721 Beverly Blvd.; San Francisco, Robert E. Stephens, Manager, 417 Montgomery St.
This manuscript arrived with a note that read: "I'm tired of Playboy's bleeding-heart attitude toward sex. You guys are so inundated with 'scientific' information and liberal jargon that you have forgotten there are still real men left in the world." We present this document without editorial comment.
Except for biographies or battle dramas on the epic scale of Patton, there are not many good movies about World War Two. One would have to dig into the archives, back at least a couple of decades, to find any war film equal to John Schlesinger's Yanks. This is the kind of nostalgic, atmospheric, richly romantic story that probably could not--or would not--be told untill time had healed the deeper wounds of war. Schlesinger, who made his reputation here with such stunning, fashionable flicks as Darling and Midnight Cowboy, waited just long enough to go back to his British roots and bring forth Yanks.
Jenny, Take A Ride: Mitch Ryder, one of the original Detroit Wheels, was rolling along, working up a good rock sweat at New York's Club 57, when what to his wondering eyes should appear from backstage but... a fan who really wanted to show her appreciation. She danced around Mitch some, we understand, humped the bassist briefly, and then bade everyone a beaver adieu as she was carried offstage to cheers from the crowd.
Newsbreaks: Warner Books has a biography about Jim Morrison and The Doors scheduled for next spring; it's called No One Here Gets Out Alive.... Lisberger Studios in L.A. is preparing two NBC-TV animated specials, Animalympics, to coincide with both the Winter and Summer Olympics in 1980. Eventually, it will become a feature film and a sound-track album on A&M Records, featuring music by Graham Gouldman of 10cc.... Keep an eye open for Broadway's first marijuana musical, Mary Jane, a series of dope related sketches written and directed by Jonathan Stuart, who Spent two years in jail in the Sixties for possession.... Beggars Banquet, a British label, is reportedly considering the release of a 45 taken from tapes produced by Idi Amin shortly before his disappearance. The tapes have been described as "primitive."... Happy feet get hostile: When Alice Cooper's native-American art store in Scottsdale, Arizona, was fire-bombed, Cooper decided the arsonists might have been angry disco fans who responded to his antidisco remarks. Let Him Who Is Without Sin Department: In a symbolic action, 23 people showed up to throw stones across Colorado State Highway 6-24 to protest those gasolinestorage tanks John Denver had installed at his home. The protesters charged hypocrisy on Denver's part, recalling John's own stone-tossing protest against a proposed four-lane highway back in 1975. The energy crisis has gotten everyone a little testy.
Terry Bradshaw vs. Ken Stabler. Neck and neck, down to the wire. The Crooner vs. The Snake. First one's ahead, then the other. Finally, Bradshaw puts it all together and comes through in the crucial closing moments.
The blockbuster mentality seems to have grabbed museum directors as firmly as it has the heads of motion-picture studios, and not without good reason. Aside from crowd-control nightmares and the occasional wad of chewing gum plastered to the rump of a Rodin, such archaeological extravaganzas as Treasures of Tutankhamen and Pompeii, A.D. 79 have been a tremendous boon, generating tens of thousands of new museum memberships and walloping gift-shop revenues. Still, the museum moguls have the same problem as their film-industry counterparts: satiating the spiraling expectations of a ravenous audience. So what can top Tut? Probably nothing for sheer media hysteria, but in terms of quality and scope, there is an interesting contender with seemingly unlikely origins: 5000 Years of Korean Art, which recently began its two-year, sevencity American tour at San Francisco's Asian Art Museum. To follow are visits to Seattle, Chicago, Cleveland, Boston, New York and Kansas City.
J. P. Donleavy's latest novel, Schultz (Delacorte/Seymour Lawrence), is a bawdy, endearing sexual farce. The hero is an American expatriate turned impresario who works for two English noblemen in a shady theatrical enterprise called Sperm Productions. The showbiz operation is for the amusement of Lord Nectarine and his friend Binky--it allows them to meet, wine, dine and debauch ladies of the theater. Schultz does quite well for himself, thank you, exhibiting a crass indifference to what his British friends call style. When his fellow American Big Al comes across a professional virgin who would not let him, "the celebrities celebrity, enter her, neither by ear nose throat rear or front," he sends the girl to Schultz. The two eventually marry, but not before Schultz makes out like a bandit. One of his conquests, a royal maidservant, takes a few weeks to decide and remarks upon arrival at his door: "Now you can throw a spine electrifying fuck into me." Schultz meditates on his luck: "Jesus my motto used to be don't waste time with women you're not fucking. And here's the gift of the gods arrived because I wasted a minute showing her some attention." There's a message there.
Idol Gossip: Chevy Chase, along with Rodney Dangerfield and Ted Knight, will star in Caddyshack, to be written, produced and directed by Animal House writers Doug Kenney and Harold Ramis. The $6,000,000 production, involving the crazy world of country-club golf, will be shot in Florida.... Saturday Night Live's Michael "Mr. Mike" O'Donoghue not only has sold a script called Planet of the Cheap Special Effects to United Artists but is negotiating a multipic deal with Paramount.... The remake of The Jazz Singer, starring Neil Diamond in the title role, will be somewhat updated, so that Neil can sing pop songs instead of the older tunes featured in the Al Jolson original. Neil will play the son of World War Two immigrants; will they also change his religious faith from Orthodox to the more liberal Reformed Judaism?... Columbia Pictures will produce a film version of the old comic strip Alley Oop, assuming they can find the right actor to play the lead.... Paul McCartney will star in Band on the Run, a movie about a rock star who escapes from the pressures of the music scene by hiding out with a band of unknowns.... Plans are already under way to turn Neil Simon's films into TV series. The Goodbye Girl is first; California Suite and The Cheap Detective may follow.... George Hamilton will star in a comedy take-off of Zorro, to be called Zorro--the Gay Blade. And we thought the original Zorro was a comedy take-off of other action films.
My girlfriend and I are having an argument. She wants to know what turns me on, so that she can contribute more to my pleasure. I frankly am at something of a loss for words. I like to be active--the idea that I should just lie there passively while she does something to me is disconcerting. I have ended the discussion by quoting The Playboy Advisor--to the effect that every person is responsible for his own orgasm. She wants to know what the hell you mean by that.--D. H., Chicago, Illinois.
Eloquent legal decisions rarely come out of municipal courts, but an interesting exception occurred in Jackson, Mississippi, last year in the case of a night-club patron charged with failure to obey a police officer and resisting arrest, among other things. It seems the patron first endeared himself to the arriving officers by loudly proclaiming, "Here comes the fucking police!" They ordered him to leave the premises and later arrested him when he did not comply. In court, the issues became those of lawful arrest and of whether or not his language amounted to "flighting words" that under state law would constitute a criminal act. Judge Howard C. Ross, Jr., held (in part) as follows:
Twenty-five years ago, the sexual revolution began in America. In St. Louis, a gynecologist by the name of Dr. William Howell Masters received permission from the Washington University School of Medicine to begin a series of pioneering experiments into what was discreetly called "reproductive biology." In Chicago, a young man named Hugh Marston Hefner began to publish Playboy, a magazine that was discreetly labeled "Entertainment for Men." Sex would never again be the same.
"The Roller-Coaster train crashes into the protective tank above the underground gas line, creating a sudden cataclysmic Explosion." So reads the script for the climactic scene of a new Playboy production (in association with Furia-Oringer Productions), the two-hour TV movie for ABC titled The Death of Ocean View Park. Starring Mike Connors, Martin Landau, James (Paper Chase) Stephens, Caroline (Soap) McWilliams, Diana (Soap) Canova and Linda Brooks, the disaster epic is highlighted by the actual destruction of an 80-year-old roller coaster at the Ocean View Amusement Park in Norfolk, Virginia.
There's a former reporter, now unemployed, who left journalism and became a community organizer. Once upon a time, he worked for a newspaper and covered real-estate news. He found the subject of real estate to be complex and fascinating, a study in power, and he tried to write about it honestly. He did the hard digging, spent years learning how to trace assessments, property taxes, blind trusts, redlining, hidden ownership. He burrowed through tract books and special charts and city maps and tax logs, and he came up with interesting things to write about.
Sylvie Garant is not your typical girl next door, unless you grew up in a small industrial town outside the city of Quebec. Our Miss November is French Canadian. When she was in her early teens, her parents sent her to a summer camp run by nuns near Boston to learn English. "I remember walking into my first McDonald's. I said, 'What's with this place? No hot dogs?'" She attended a convent school until she was 12. Did that affect her sex life? "It's not like I missed anything, you know. When I started attending public school, I discovered boys. I got crazy like everyone else. I wore my tight pants and T-shirts." You listen to her accent during a light lunch and suddenly you are in a French movie--one of those charming comedies with no plot. You keep looking at the tablecloth for subtitles. Sylvie stops the conversation to ask if she is making sense. "When you speak only a little English, you can get away with a lot. Someone tells you to do one thing and you do just the opposite. But sometimes it gets you into trouble. Once, I found this T-shirt: It had a little Tweety bird saying, Even I like a little pussy. It wasn't until I got to Toronto that I discovered that meant something else." Her eyes sparkle and she ends the anecdote with a delightful laugh. She is getting away with something again. Toronto, where she lives now, has taught Sylvie a great deal about... oh, whatever. "I grew up in a very small town. When you went on a date, you counted kisses. Twenty kisses in one night was serious business. I wanted something different. When I was 15, I spent the summer in Toronto baby-sitting two young boys. When I got out of school, I decided to come back here." Sylvie found a spot in the very competitive modeling business almost immediately. As she takes you on a walking tour of the Yorkville section of Toronto, you see her picture in the windows of jewelry stores, fashion centers, in magazines on the racks of bookstores. She is obviously well known and well liked: Friends having lunch at outdoor cafès wave to her. As we walk along, she points out apartments she has lived in--a small room over a photographer's studio, a high-rise. This is her turf. It is not the kind of place we usually look for a Playmate. How did a nice girl...? "Oh, one of my boyfriends read about the hunt for the 25th Anniversary Playmate. We do read Playboy in Canada, you know. He suggested I try out. When I saw the first shots, my heart went"--Sylvie's hand makes a fluttering gesture against her breast. "It was the most insane thing anyone could do. But now that I've done it, I feel great." You've come a long way from the convent, Sylvie.
When Monty Python made its TV debut on England's BBC in October 1969, most viewers understandably expected a lion-and-trapeze act. As it turned out, it wasn't the first time that the crazed, wacky group consisting of five Brits and a Yank would confound and outrage its audience. In the years since, after 45 shows, three movies and numerous books and records, the group's mordant and intelligent satire has become known from Australia to Zambia.
Playboy's Fall and Winter Fashion Forecast: Part Two
For The Past Several Years, styles in casual clothing have been borrowed from such strenuous sports as jogging and tennis. This season, we see a greater interest in aesthetics and individuality than in function and games. Touch-me textures, offbeat colorations and iridescent hues spark a less-than-serious mood that's a pleasant change from the locker-room-jock look. It also may come as a surprise to learn that that bane of the corporate uniform, the necktie, has been widening its role (while narrowing its width) and has become as much an element of casual dressing as it is a symbol of board-room conformity. (For more on the new role of the necktie and how to tie it, check the On the Scene section in this issue.) We see its appeal as being based on its ability to add even more color and texture to an outfit--plus a thumbing-the-nose element of wit. Equally prevalent this coming season are sweaters, which will be used for everything from outerwear to vests. In sum, 'tis the season to keep warm, and the best way to accomplish that is by artfully adding on layers of clothes. You'll be glad you did when you read your thermostat this January and weep.
Unless things change drastically in the weeks ahead, 1979 seems hardly likely to go down in history as a milestone year for sex in cinema. Oh, it's still there. Given the nature of the medium, it could scarcely be otherwise. But, like gasoline, it's in short supply. You have to search it out, then wait interminably for the limited quantities available. Monsters have replaced mammalia and gang wars, genitalia. Superman, despite some sexy innuendoes, is a safe PG; we were promised an X-rated Superwoman, but it was effectively blocked through legal action by DC Comics and Warner Bros. Meanwhile, we must make do with such sedate fare as Miss Piggy's attempted seduction of Kermit the Frog.
Most of you ex-GIs are going to find some of what follows a little hard to understand. For instance, when we use the term U. S. Army, we are not talking about the same Service you came to know and hate. No, sir, this is a visionary Army; modern, liberated, forward-looking, even pleasant. It's an Army you'd be proud to serve in, one you'd regret being discharged from. In short, it's an Army with women in it. Or, specifically, an Army with Colleen Donovan in it.
Most people would be content to have a luxury two-bedroom high-rise apartment on Manhattan's East Side. But bachelor owner Larry Solin isn't most people. Because he conducts much of his business at home, Solin hired the design firm of Bray-Schaible to change the floor plan of his apartment and make a huge studio apartment out of it--with the bedroom area separated by louvers that open and close electronically. Solin wisely kept the decor of the apartment clean and simple, choosing furnishings of black leather and chrome and mirroring walls. The result is a sleek, masculine environment in which it is as easy to conduct business as it is to nurture a social life--and Solin's definitely not hurting for either.
There was a time when writers, artists, doctors, shopkeepers--anybody who free-lanced or owned his own unincorporated business--couldn't sock away anything in a growth plan for retirement without incurring immediate tax liabilities on the gains. You got kicked two ways: You paid taxes on what you needed to spend next week and you paid taxes on what you wouldn't spend for 20 or 30 years. And if you were a nine-to-fiver and your employer didn't have a pension or retirement plan, you were also in poor straits. Locked into a nominally increasing salary, your income was fixed and you had enough difficulties keeping up with living costs, let alone setting aside retirement money. Plus, even if you could manage to stash away a few bucks, you had to worry about taxes on the interest they bore.
Headphones have come a long way from the clumsy tinny-sounding harnesses once used only by telegraph operators and short-wave-radio freaks. Today, we have lightweight models that provide luxuriant full-range stereo that is often better than what you hear from loud-speakers.
It has had a lot of names over the years, from Cayo Hueso (Isle of Bones) to Conchtown, but it wasn't until Jimmy Buffett hung out there and wrote Margaritaville that it got one that fit. Key West is a hot-blooded tropical island at the end of the road (U. S. I), and its color, pace and shimmer do make you think of that laid-back drink with its rim, like the island's, encrusted in salt.
Something has to be said, and there's at least one person in the business willing to say it. He's a real-estate agent who used to work for a Chicagobased company, one of the biggest condo converters in the country. Now he's on his own in another city. He faced this question of condominiums before most of us had thought about them, because he had the chance to market condominiums for his former firm just as they were starting to take off in price appreciation. This man refused to sell condos.
"There's been a big upswing in conversions nationally. Nobody knows the exact figures, but we do think it's making a bad rental-housing situation worse, and it's displacing increasing numbers of the young and the elderly."
It's snowing. You become lethargic. Build a fire and go into hibernation, curled around a bottle of cognac. It's too cold outside to do those things that you would normally do in summer--the kind of things that naturally keep you active and fit. You succumb to cabin fever. You gain weight. You finally get around to reading Gravity's Rainbow. Your once tanned body becomes pale and flabby. You get a growing sense of dread that when spring comes around, you're going to look in the mirror and realize you need an enormous amount of work to get yourself back into shape. What follows is a guide to how to avoid letting yourself languish into physical turpitude--and to get a running start on spring.
I can't come now, Ralphie. I'm not even Dressed.Excuse me, I'm looking for the pluto's retreat club for swingers. ... understand? ... swingers? follow us, honey. Not to worry!Ain't nobody here but us swingers.
In these no-nonsense times, men's wrist watches have taken on a rugged look that's truly macho, man, often featuring hefty stainless-steel cases, solid-link adjustable bracelets and even tiny exposed screws around the face. Although these watches look as though they've just come off the wrist of a Grand Prix racer or a deep-sea diver (the Royal Oak is water-resistant to 300 feet), they're at home in an executive board room with a three-piece pinstriped suit as well as with eveningwear. That's tough to beat.
It had to happen. When jacket lapels stretched to the shoulder, when the shirt collar became so long that it curled back on itself and when the necktie took on the proportions of a bib (with a knot the size of a hangman's), someone was bound to rebel. That someone was Italian designer Giorgio Armani--he being the first to make a complete about-face and drastically shrink lapels, narrow ties and reduce collar sizes. While the extremes he went to met with resistance (not unlike going from ankle-length dresses to miniskirts in one season) and may partially have been done for shock value, the results were that the outsized look was dead. One happy offshoot of the paring down is that you no longer have to struggle with half and full Windsors, as the four-in-hand (illustrated at right) is the knot to tie. And because it no longer requires the skill of an eagle scout to knot up, neckwear is being worn with all levels of dress, from very formal to easygoing casual. It's a tie game--but everyone wins.