It is time once again, guys, to go ape over Bo Derek.Tarzan, the Ape Man will hit movie screens near you soon—if it hasn't already—and Bo has yet another young man swinging from the trees. In addition to a luscious pictorial (shot by her husband, John Derek) that further proves why she is the definitive "10," we give you a free, just-yank-it-out-and-stick-it-on-your-wall poster of the new queen of the jungle. You, too, will beat your chest and do the equatorial yodel.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), September, 1981, Volume 28, Number 9. Published Monthly by Playboy, Playboy Bldg., 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill. 60611. Subscriptions: In the United States and its possessions, $48 for 36 issues, $34 for 24 issues, $18 for 12 issues. Canada, $24 for 12 issues. Elsewhere, $31 for 12 issues. Allow 45 days for new subscriptions and renewals. Change of address: send both old and new addresses to Playboy, P.O. Box 2420, Boulder, Colo. 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; Michael Druckman, New York Sales Manager; Milt Kaplan, Fashion Advertising Manager, 747 Third Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10017; Chicago 60611, Russ Weller, Associate Advertising Manager, 919 N. Michigan Ave.; Troy, Mich. 48084, Jess Ballew, Manager, 3001 W. Big Beaver Road; Los Angeles 90010. Stanley L. Perkins, Manager, 4311 Wilshire Boulevard; San Francisco 94104, Tom Jones, Manager, 417 Montgomery Street; Walter Joyce, Advertising Marketing Director.
A scholar once noted that history belongs to the man who writes it. If that is the case, the sexual revolution is in serious trouble. Just take a look at the New York Times best-seller list. Men in Love, a collection of fantasies, was written by a woman who complained, "Many of these fantasies were more than I wanted to hear. Why, they were filth! Letter after letter left me with a feeling that I wanted to wash my hands. I often did."
Robert Crane caught up with the constantly-in-motion Chevy Chase at his office/apartment above Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. Crane reports: "Chase swallowed a whole sandwich in one bite, gulped some Gatorade, belched and stared at me as though I were a television-camera lens."
Remember gremmie (a beginner surfer) or ho-dad (a showy Sunday surfer)? No one else connected with today's surfing scene does. The New Wave surf lingo may put a permanent ding in your confidence. Compton Maddux, a writer and musician and author of such surf standards as Run Right Back and Catalina Holiday, recently returned from Southern California with the first dispatches from the language front: Don't go out on the beach until you learn these vital terms.
John Brooks in Showing Off in America (Little, Brown) applies Thorstein Veblen's 1899 theory of the leisure class in America to today's society. (Veblen's great discovery? That "snobbery and social pretense play not a peripheral but a central, even dominant, role in shaping the life of a socially democratic society.") Brooks examines the U.S.A. in the Eighties—the way we eat, talk, play games, work, drink, dress, find friends, worship, love—through the Veblen focus and finds that class distinctions run rampant through our supposedly egalitarian country. This book is humorous, revealing, startling and, as Brooks reports Veblen's life and misdemeanors, touching. A radical work wrapped in unique perceptions.
There's more excitement in the first ten minutes of Raiders of the Lost Ark (Paramount) than in any movie I have seen all year. Here, the quest is for the longlost ark of the covenant, a holier-than-holy object containing the original Ten Commandments and Lord knows what else.Screened too late for a timelier review, Raiders by now should be established as one of themajor cinematic events of summer 1981. Steven Spielberg directed from Lawrence Kasdan's crackling screenplay (story by George Lucas and Philip Kaufman), and that explains somewhat why the movie combines the zing of Star Wars with the kinetic exuberance of Jaws. The way Spielberg makes a movie is to synthesize all the magic, adventure and fantasy dreamed about by bright littleboys who believe they'll grow up to be Jungle Jim or James Bond but become cinematic Wunderkind instead.
In the beginning, there was rock 'n' roll, plus surf rock, folk-rock, English rock, R&B and blues. Record stores were simple: You could find what you wanted without a lot of hassle—even in the most extreme states of altered consciousness. But times have changed. Record bins have gone into a New Wave breeding frenzy and there are now more groups and categories than ever before. Even if you know what you want, entering a record store can be a terrifying experience. Since your local adult-education outlet is not likely to offer a course in New Wave, we present the following guide.
Not on the road again:Every few years,Donald Fagenand Walter Becker, commonly known as Steely Dan, bring out a new album and then quietly watch it course to the top of the charts. No one has heard them in concert since 1974. Liz Derringer recently cornered Fagen to ask him about Steely Dan's relaxed concert schedule, among other things.
A few years ago, G. E. Smith was supporting himself by buying and selling vintage electric guitars and playing in Connecticut rock bands. Then, in relatively quick succession, his eclectic virtuosity and flashy flat-topped look landed him sideman gigs with Dan Hartman, Hall & Oates, David Bowie, Garland Jeffries and in Gilda Radner's backup band for her Broadway show/movie spin-off. This last engagement became just that when, as G.E. recently reminisced with us, "one thing just led to another" and he and Gilda were married. Now comes a most pleasing and auspicious debut album, In the World (Mirage), which reveals a remarkably lucid, hard-edged songwriter, as well as the kind of guitarist who can credibly mix rock-a-billy licks, R&B rhythmics and searing rock leads with seamless energy and grit. Especially affecting is an atmospheric heavy-metal cruncher about past glory days titled, fittingly, James Brown. Nowadays, G.E. lives on Manhattan's West Side with his bride, hangs out with neighbors like Paul Simon—who sings backup on this LP—and reckons he still has "about 50 guitars at home. But it's a more-or-less permanent collection these days."
Reeling and Rocking: Alan Parker has been signed to coproduce a movie based on Pink Floyd's album The Wall. Parker, who directed Midnight Express and Fame, will be working on the drama with Pink Floyd's bassist, Roger Waters, who is writing the script.... Island Records is releasing The Secret Policeman's Ball, one of the year's most-sought-after British import albums, which includes a rare acoustic performance by Pete Town-shend of Pinball Wizard, Drowned and Won't Get Fooled Again. The concert was a benefit for Amnesty International and it's hoped a film of it will be out in the U. S. soon.
Idol Gossip: Producer Martin (Nighthawks) Poll has purchased the screen rights to A Streetcar Named Desire and intends to cast Sylvester Stallone as Stanley Kowalski. Although it's sheer speculation, I won't be surprised if the remake is a bit steamier than the 1951 Brando version.... Rumor has it that "script problems" are to blame for the delay in reuniting Peter Falk and Alan Arkin in a follow-up to The In-Laws....Jill Clayburgh will star in the film adaptation of Barbara Gordon's confessional memoir I'm Dancing As Fast As I Can. The flick also features Nicol Williamson and Geraldine Page and was scripted by playwright David Rabe.... John Hurt is the gay cop and Ryan O'Neal the straight one in Partners, a comedy by La Cage aux Folles Coscripter Francis Veber.... John Schlesinger will direct Gorky Park, based on Martin Cruz Smith's best-selling novel.... Secrecy surrounds the production of Robert(Kramer vs. Kramer)Benton's latest picture, Stab. Starring Meryl Streep and Roy Scheider, it's a romantic thriller involving a mysterious murder. Scheider plays a shrink.... Barbara Hershey stars in The Entity, the supposedly true story of a woman overpowered and sexually assaulted by an unseen force.
For the past couple of years, American visitors to Europe have been looking very nervously at the bottom line of their restaurant checks and hotel bills. There's even been some pronounced wincing as those brave souls converted the totals to dollars and then wondered why they'd ever left home.
I've seen the problems of no orgasm premature orgasm and the like tackled by you, but what about too many orgasms or those that are too intense? I've been told by more than one lover that I'm too sensitive, or they can't keep up with me, or that I'm having too much fun. When I was growing up, all I heard and read was that men liked responsiveness (sound-wise and otherwise). It's getting to a point where I'm almost afraid to respond at all. The sane part of me says it's their problem, but is there such a thing as "too responsive"? It's not as though I can switch off at will what's been switched on. Any suggestions?—Miss M. G., Los Angeles, California.
In one way or another, the courts had already held that it's not automatically illegal to get a camera and take sexy pictures. Nor is it illegal to look at such pictures in private. But the interstate transportation of "obscene" films remains, alas, a Federal crime. Thus, a group of Florida pornographers were taking a bit of a risk on September 25, 1975, when they packed 871 boxes of eight-millimeter film and shipped them from St. Petersburg to Atlanta in care of "Leggs, Inc.," a fictional company bearing the nickname of a shapely female employee.
Eons and eons and eons ago, before there was land to make mud pies or plastic to turn into Frisbees, before there was water to make instant coffee, before there was Earth itself—the third planet in the solar system, which revolves around the star we call the sun—there was the primordial nothingness of space, as virgin and pure as a newborn's bottom. And out of that vast infinity of emptiness came a beginning. And in the beginning was the Word.
Ruthless Mothers: Money, Values and the Gimme Decade
Donald R. Katz
Each Friday Afternoon During the fall of 1970, just after the invasion of Cambodia and the shootings at Kent State—at a time when only 18 percent of the republic's 9,000,000 college students said that money was important to them—a freshman I'll call Steven Shine would put on a wide tie and take the subway to New York's Pennsylvania Station to pick up women. He would stroll over the terrazzo toward a pretty woman standing in a ticket line near the Long Island Railroad platforms and extract a fat wallet all but groaning from the strain of a thick ream of $50 bills. Then, "accidentally on purpose," as he used to say, he would spill his father's loot all over the young woman's shoes like a deck of cards and then ask her for a date.
Jerry Rubin has been through some changes. In the Sixties, he and fellow Yippie clown prince Abbie Hoffman led demonstrations against everything from racism to the Vietnam war. "Money is violence," he said at the time. In the Seventies, he reportedly tried a wide variety of Me Decade nostrums, including est and Rolfing. In 1980, he became director of business development for John Muir & Company, a New York—based national stock-brokerage firm that raises venture capital for growing companies. "Money is power," he recently declared in an article he wrote for the Op-Ed page of The New York Times titled "Guess Who's Coming to Wall Street." Associate New York Editor Tom Passavant met Rubin at his East Side high-rise apartment for the following interview.
We're talking megabucks, understand, and that kind of success in today's world is to the old version of making it as, say, racquetball is to golf. There's no room for duffers in this game—it's hard, fast and full of angles. And they don't call three on a court cutthroat for nothing.
The Southern Accent is dying out. Plantations are being parceled out as real-estate developments. Atlanta is starting to look more and more like Cleveland. And the vodka martini has replaced the mint julep as the drink of choice even where the grass is blue.
"I hit the ball ok," Rabbit Angstrom says, "but damned if I could score." It is the great weekend of gas drought, June 1979. He is sitting in green bathing trunks at a white outdoor table at the Flying Eagle Tee and Racquet Club with the partners of his round and their wives and, in the case of Buddy Ingle-finger, girlfriend. Buddy had once had a wife, too, but she left him for a telephone lineman down near West Chester. You could see how that might happen, because Buddy's girlfriends are sure a sorry lot.
Chances are, it won't be only the gypsy in your soul that will turn you on to collapsible canvas furniture. It will also be the shekels in your pocket and the discovery that moving day no longer has to be something to dread. GIs and campers, of course, have been into fold-up furnishings for years, but it wasn't until recently that manufacturers began taking the subject seriously. And with back-to-school days almost upon you, toting a canvas desk or clothes closet that has been rolled up like a tent and tossed into the back seat of your VW sure beats hiring a mover. Pack up your furniture in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile.
In the fall of 1979, the author returned to a high school he had attended briefly some years back. He registered as a student under an assumed name with the cooperation of the principal, who was the only one to know the secret. Because of his youthful appearance, he was never under suspicion and was able to mingle freely in the classrooms, the schoolyard, the students' homes and the fast-food parlors that were the focus of the lives of the kids in a typical town in California. The author has changed the name of the school, its location and the names of the students and teachers with whom he lived. The events and the dialog, however, are real.
At one Point during the process of interviewing Susan Smith, we found ourselves walking with her down a Los Angeles street of questionable safety, past a few less-than-reputable characters. We were at peace with the world. Miss September is a karate expert, just this side of a black belt. If someone gave us trouble, he would be in for a big surprise. But we hoped that wouldn't happen. We didn't want anything to interrupt the story Susan was telling about her first year in the Southwest, where she had moved from Beloit, Wisconsin. It was a colorful yarn involving squashed caterpillars that look like jalapeño peppers, grapefruits stolen from a local orchard, vicious guard horses, snakebites, scorpions, Mercurochrome on naked bodies ... you had to be there. Susan attacked the story the way she does everything—with enthusiasm and skill. The way she performs karate, plays Foosball or tackles her Playmate assignment. "The point is challenge," she explains. "You've always got to improve—your mind, your body." We applaud the results.
This is the first time a really foxy lady has thrown herself at me!" exclaimed the exultant taxi driver. "First you tell me to drive to Scenic Point; then you demand I park; then you order me into the back and insist I fill you with my manhood! I'm more than willing—but, tell me, are there any other instructions?"
Although this fall's campus-fashion mood is definitely more laid back than what we've observed in the past few years, T-shirts, tennies and blue jeans won't be the only items of apparel stashed in collegians' closets. Rising tuition costs have necessitated the creation of more inventive looks that (text concluded on page 134) can be mixed and matched, thus helping to keep wardrobe budgets under control while increasing versatility. The artful use of colors certainly is one way to extract the maximum mileage from any assortment of styles and, fortunately, this year's offerings include an unusually broad spectrum of hues ranging from earthy to bold and bright. Tweed makes its annual autumnal return in both suits and sports jackets, but this fall it earns even higher fashion marks when teamed with, say, a boldly patterned sweater vest. Stylish sweaters, of course, have always been at the head of the class on campuses from San Diego State to the University of Maine; but as the layered look continues to dominate modes of male dress, pullovers, cardigans and sleeveless creations take on increasing importance. Down-filled outerwear is still the hands-down favorite for the colder climes, often combined with a pair of hiking/survival boots. (For more on this, check the On the Scene section in this issue.) Last, keep in mind that the necktie—aside from being a symbol of the business establishment—is also a colorful accessory to just about any outfit.
The Recent Discovery of the "lost" papers of Professor Oswell O. Godot has created a sensation among the scientific community. This find, consisting of some 600 handwritten pages of journal, lab notes and random doodles, was uncovered by Dr. Kirby Darwink, director of the Sodom and Gomorrah Institute of Further Studies.
An ominous financial crunch threatens football programs at most privately owned universities. In fact, the very existence of those programs is in immediate danger unless the respective university administrators take drastic action—and soon.
Abou El Heidja, a son of the rich merchant Kheiroun, was out hunting one day when he became separated from his servants and was lost. He wandered all night, but in the morning he met another hunting party—some 20 horsemen with a handsome youth at their head. Looking a little closer, however, he perceived that the youth was, in fact, a lovely woman. She spoke to him, introduced herself as the Princess Zohra and, learning that he had been lost, invited him to have breakfast with her party.
Have you been creamed lately? If not, chances are you will be soon, because cream liqueurs are catching on like crazy. Seasoned observers call it the most wildly popular response to a new item in alcoholic-beverage history. Prior to 1979, you couldn't buy a cream liqueur in the United States; go back another few years, there was no such product anywhere. Baileys, the original cream liqueur, was unleashed in Dublin in late 1974. Today, there are upwards of 40 brands available—with more creams still to rise.
Ordinary luggage is fine for the man who thinks roughing it means carrying one's own bags to the check-in counter. But for those whose destinations are more adventuresome, Andiamo has designed Valoroso luggage. The exterior of each piece is covered with a fabric cslled bomb cloth, which was originally developed to wrap undersea gas lines—and it can take just about anything short of a direct hit by a cruise missile. Add a rugged twill lining, plus military-specification construction and hardware, and you've got a line of tough totables that can even defeat the baggage-handling gorillas.
First, it was cowboy boots riding into town with everything from jeans to three-piece suits. Then the jogging/jock craze came along and suddenly the foot had to look like it did something. Now come rugged demiboots of the hiking variety that would be right at home on an Outward Bound survival course. The timing, of course, is perfect. Not only do these boots complement the look of the puffy and padded outerwear styles that younger guys are wearing these days (see our Back to Campus fashion feature in this issue for a closer examination of what's at the head of the class in collegiate wearables) but they are right in step with the weather—old man winter being just around the corner. And when you consider that you're getting super-rugged construction, water-repellent protection and heavy-duty soles and heels of construction-worker quality, the prices are practically giveaways. Anyway you look at it, old sock, that's a kick, to boot.
They say it can't be done. No one has started a major new car company in America and succeeded since Walter Chrysler did it in 1925. The last to try was Malcolm Bricklin, who built flashy, gull-winged sports cars bearing his name in the mid-Seventies before the financial tides sucked him under. So here we have ex–G.M. executive John Z. De Lorean building flashy, gull-winged sports cars bearing his name.
"The Age of Sexual Detente"—In case you haven't noticed, a truce is taking shape in the war between the sexes. A look at the terms of this emerging armistice from both sides of the pact, in articles by Laurence Shames and Barbara Grizzuti Harrison