For a while in the Seventies, it seemed like we were in an all-out war between the sexes. It was macho versus militant in a running battle that saw many chauvinist traditions fall before the forces of guilt and self-awareness. At Playboy, we were particularly distressed, since that ridiculous enmity often obscured our best intentions. So we were especially pleased when our front-line correspondents, Laurence Shames and Barbara Grizzuti Harrison, in parallel articles jointly called The Age of Sexual Detente, reported an easing of tensions.
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Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), October, 1981, volume 28, number 10. 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.
David Lees, a Hollywood free-lancer and co-author of the recently published "The Movie Business," interviewed Teri Garr on the lot of Zoetrope Studios. Lees reports: "She did her needlepoint while we talked. She told me she had hired an interior decorator to help her fix up her house--but she was trying to talk the decorator into using props from the set of 'One from the Heart,' in order to save money."
Ever since Kim Carnes's pipes hit the top of the charts with "Bette Davis Eyes," we've been afraid that a lot of other celebrated anatomies would be hurt by getting short shrift. Assistant Editor Kevin Cook's fingers have penned the lyrics to a few songs that ought to give everybody's ego equal time. They're all sung to the tune of "Bette Davis Eyes."
Previews: Early reports last spring from the annual American Booksellers' Association convention made the fall pickings sound slim. And now that the catalogs have arrived, we must tell you the reports were true. There are some fine books to look forward to, but not in the usual numbers. Here's the hot fiction list: National Book Award winner Robert stone's new novel, A flag for sunrise (knopf), about Yankees in a central American country on the brink of revolution (you can get a taste of it elsewhere in this issue); John (Garp) Irving's The Hotel New Hampshire (Dutton); Confessions of a Homing Pigeon (Dial), the latest from best-selling writer Nicholas Meyer, who brought us The Seven-Percent Solution and The West End Horror, among others; and an interesting first novel called Who Killed Sal Mineo? (Wyndham), by Susan Braudy, which started out as a purely journalistic effort but turned into a fictional account of the actor's murder. It's being billed as an erotic detective novel, which sounds good to us.
Sidney Lumet's brilliant, complex prince of the city (Orion/WB) describes the decline and fall of a young New York City detective who pretty well ruins his life by deciding to go straight. Before he's finished, most of his best buddies on the force have either been indicted or killed themselves and former narc-squad hot-shot Danny Ciello finds there's cold comfort in the truth. "I wanted absolution," he says, like the good Italian boy he was raisedto be. In this part, Treat Williams is anguished, sympathetic and smashingly right, more than measuring up to the promise he showed in the film version of Hair. Lindsay Crouse, as hisskeptical wife, and Jerry Orbach, as one of the colleagues his testimony condemns, merely set the pace for a large company of performers, all of whom are just about perfect.
Previews: Appraising the new fall collection of prime-time series on the three major networks, I can only conclude that the Moral Majority, the Coalition for Better Television and other such pressure groups have made enormous headway in reducing adult TV to high-minded claptrap. Each network has at least one sprawling, novelistic hourlong drama that's like Flamingo Road dry-cleaned. NBC-TV's Father Murphy (Tuesdays) stars burly Merlin Olsen, former football star and sportscaster, as a gold prospector in the wild West circa 1870--taking a black man (Moses Gunn) as his partner and giving up his treasure hunt to found a school for orphans. Gloryosky, Daddy. Although unavailable for previewing, CBS-TV's The Vintage Years (Fridays) has Jane Wyman--President Reagan's first wife, lest we forget--as the powerful matriarch who runs her family's California vineyards with an iron hand, preserving capitalism at any cost. Ron couldn't possibly object, could he? Over at ABC-TV, they've got King's Crossing (Saturdays), which explores the lives of two sisters (Marilyn Jones and Linda Hamilton), aged 17 and 20, whose family returns to their mom's home town because Dad (Bradford Dillman) is a drunken, failed writer. The girls get involved, soon enough, with a stable hand, a symphony conductor and any number of family skeletons.
Out of the Blue (Stuff), by the Corky Siegel Band, represents a transitional album for veteran blues-rocker Siegel. It contains material composed during a solo stint following his ten-album career as coleader of the popular Siegel-Schwall Blues Band. This record combines Siegel's flair for humor with solid song-writing and displays the reliable strong musicianship one expects from someone who plays harmonica solos with symphonies from time to time.
Reeling and Rocking: We hear that Bruce Springsteen is planning to star in a movie based on his album The River. Springsteen's manager is said to be trying to package him as a modern James Dean type.... A number of rock groups, including Earth, Wind & Fire, Blondie, Cheap Trick and Lou Reed, are working on material for a new film about a rock musician set in the future. The movie is called Drats....Gordon Lightfoot has signed to co-star in Harry Tracy--Desperado, with Bruce Dern.
Idol gossip: Robert Redford's next directorial project will be Sweet-sir, based on Helen Yglesias' novel about a battered wife who kills her husband.... Bette Midler plays an aspiring lounge singer in United Artists' Jinxed, a comedy about luck and intrigue revolving around the world of casino gambling. Rip Torn and Ken Wahl co-star.... Director Richard Brooks has kept such a veil of secrecy around his recently completed film Wrong Is Right that studio execs at Columbia don't even know what it's about. Only Brooks and his star, Sean Connery, have seen the whole script. Actors went onto the set cold and were given handwritten dialog on yellow tablet paper--at the end of their scenes, they had to hand it right back. "Brooks got very upset whenever he saw a strange face on the set," says one insider. "He'd just scream and have the person thrown off." The film, from what I've been able to put together, concerns an internationally explosive situation involving the Middle East. Connery plays a newscaster; Leslie Nielsen is the President of the United States.
I am a 19-year-old male, presently living with my girlfriend, who is also 19. My problem is this: I get very jealous when I think of her past lovers. I tell myself that it's stupid and useless to feel like that, but it doesn't help. Part of the problem is that she started having sex fairly early (at 14) and has had at least ten sexual partners since then. On the other hand, I lost my virginity at 18 and had intercourse only three times (with the same girl) before I started going out with my present girlfriend. I was very shy and never had much luck with girls. It has always bothered me that I started having sex so late and have had such little experience. I guess I'm very insecure about how I am as a lover, though my girlfriend has never said anything to make me believe that I'm not satisfying her. I love her and don't want to hurt her, but I want to experience sex with other women. I don't know what to do. I guess I'm jealous because she has had so much more experience than I have.--G. G., Pittsboro, North Carolina.
What do women want? is the famous question posed by Sigmund Freud. A more pertinent question may well be, What do women think? About men, relationships, dating, loving, sex. It seemed to us that Playboy's Playmates, the women we know best, might have revealing answers to questions that come up regularly in their lives and in those of our readers. Each month, we're going to pose one such question to a group of Playmates and give them some room to tell us.
After more than a decade of warfare between the sexes, there's a new accord in the making--and it couldn't have come at a better time. Each side has just about exhausted its emotional stockpile, the result of too many years of second-guessing and being second-guessed, of the inability to laugh with the opposite sex, of sex itself about as tender and spontaneous as a contract negotiation.
Ispent the past summer with a group of writers, one of whom was inordinately fond of talking about what he liked to call "the lib." His little homilies invariably began like this; "I'm not a chauvinist, and I think Edith Wharton is a terrific writer, but. ..." Then would follow a list of a grievances against women. Itwas difficult to believe that one man could have so many.
With the upcoming autumn release of Joseph E. Levine's Tattoo, movie mavens as well as mere voyeurs will be treated to one of those sexual collisions that nearly always provoke controversy. Do they or don't they really get it on? is the big question. We may never know the answer, for magnificent Maud Adams and quixotic Bruce Dern, who co-star as the film's extravagantly adorned busy bodies, have been flashing different signals all year about whether or not their lovemaking during the intensely erotic climax of Tattoo is the real thing. Dern said yes in a woman's (text continued on page 104) magazine interview last spring, adding, "The film is not X-rated, but what the crew saw was X-rated." Then a slightly mismatched pair of interviews in Oui's April issue had Bruce promising "a whole fucking relationship from beginning to middle to end, including a physical consummation oncamera," while Maud played it cagey in print--and privately began to steam. Such food for feuds seldom hurts at the box office, and there is an honorable historic tradition of speculating about famous love scenes that seem to fog the fine line between hard breathing and hard-core--Julie Christie and Donald Sutherland in Don't Look Now, Sarah Miles and Kris Kristofferson in The Sailor Who Fell from Grace. ... That's pretty good fast company.
Colleges and universities, beset by dizzying increases in operating costs, are becoming more businesslike, and Harvard has even considered founding a genetic-engineering company. If this trend continues, the following could be financial highlights from the 1984 annual report of the profitable conglomerate, HarvUcorp:
The daily ritual of tending to a beard provides a visible and constant reaffirmation of a man's sex, a constant projection of his male image. And, as such, the shaving of the beard deserves the very best. Wet shaving is the method chosen by 75 percent of American men, while 25 percent prefer to use an electric razor. Dermatologists have no medical proof that one type of (continued on page 200)Kindest Cuts(continued from page 115) shaving is better than the other, except for those with problem skins that demand electric razors. Most men's wetshaving ritual begins with water. Good old H2O is still the key to a close, comfortable shave, as beard hairs are easiest to cut when they are softened and cleaned by scrubbing with warm water.
We bumped into Kelly Tough for the first time in the kitchen at Playboy Mansion West.She'd stopped by for an orange juice after a daily rehearsal/workout with The Playmates, the Playboy singing group. Kelly's hair was tied back, perspiration delicately matting the finer tendrils to her temples. At that peak hour of twilight, her surname seemed most inappropriate.
The good news about summer's drawing to a close is that it's also finally bringing down the curtain on any fashion stragglers who are still into high-glitter disco threads, punk costumery and ultraconservative style right from the pulpit of the Moral Majority movement. To be well dressed today is, above all, to exude self-confidence without self-aggrandizement. The movers and shakers of menswear are responding positively to the challenge of increasing male fashion awareness by producing an immense diversity of fabrics, colors and cuts--all designed to appealto the educated eye. And they're also not putting all their fashion eggs in one basket, as they often do, emphasizing only a single look or a smattering of trends. Instead, manufacturers are giving males a variety of good designs, relying on the individual to put the looks together correctly. Collectively, our fashion eye has learned to expect the unexpected--in part because there are so many new looks around worn so well. And here's another tip: It's wisest not to mix a single new item of fashion with older, alien elements of your wardrobe, as that type of team-up usually won't jell. For example, if the gun-metal-blue andcream-colored reversible coat by Randy Allen shown in this feature were combined with a conservative business suit, the whole ensemble definitely wouldn't knit. But when the coat is combined--as the designer envisioned--with a cream-colored sweater, shirt and slacks, everything works. It's that understandingof what's mixable and matchable that makes today's fashion scene so interesting--and challenging. Designers are increasinglyputting together total looks that integrate but don't overly coordinate. The result is a new enthusiasm for bolder patterns, more unusual colors and textures and unexpected shapes. Take a cue from them and try it yourself.
In 1933, H. W. Tilman decided he'd like to check out the beach at Cameroon. Only problem was, at that moment Tilman happened to be at his beach-front home in Mombasa, about 3000 miles away. To reach Cameroon's sandy shore required the first east-to-west traverse of Africa through the dense, uncharted jungles of Uganda and the Congo. Tilman was undeterred. Alone on his bicycle, armed only with a machete, he rode off into the sunset, probably pausing each afternoon at four for tea. A little more than two months later, he reached his destination. At the age of 56, with almost 25 years of exploration in Africa and the Himalayas behind him, the irrepressible old codger then bought a boat and, over several expeditions, eventually sailed it around the world. He even made a trip to the South Pole, which he reached just before his 69th birthday.
You can't go anywhere these days without seeing a sequel--the next star wars or James Bond saga is never more than a swashbuckle away, and Raiders of the Lost Ark junkies are demanding another fix for their Indiana Jones. The moguls here at Playboy think a beautiful southern belle has to be more smashing than R2-D2, 007 or even the inimitable Indiana any day, so you are now one of the privileged many invited to our special screening of Girls of the Southeastern Conference, Part II. While looking at these ladies, you won't want an intermission. Just lean back and enjoy. The preview's over and the feature's just beginning.
The Dry Martini, bloody mary and brethren are alive and well in most of their accustomed haunts, but that doesn't mean our drinking habits and fashions are fixed in marble. One of the intriguing contemporary manifestations, call it a trendlet, is the wine cocktail.
Writing and cooking must have a lot in common--otherwise, why would the jargon be so similar? For example, writers always talk about cooking up an idea. And once they've done that a few times, half of those ideas end up on the back burner. Food for thought, we'd say.
You don't need the Rosetta stone to understand these hieroglyphics--just figure out what letter each symbol stands for. [snail], for instance, might stand for the letter S (snail); then again, it might represent the letter E (escargol). The deciphered message will reveal a philosophical observation made by Albert Camus, a very charming man.
If you've seen the movie Thief, you know that there's practically no way you can keep your cherished possessions (or long green) out of the greedy clutches of a determined second-story man. But stashing jewelry, silverware, cash, coin and stamp collections, cameras and other valuable goodies that are portable behind cold steel does help stymie the smalltime professional burglar--and when your latest wild-and-crazy party is over, you won't wake up the morning after and discover that your pair of diamond cuff links vanished with a sticky-fingered reveler. Safes, incidentally, come in two types: fire resistant and burglar resistant. A fire-resistant model is usually made of thin steel. Any Jimmy Valentine can crack it in seconds. A safe that's burglar resistant, however, is something else; it often has steel walls about an inch thick and a relocking mechanism that's activated when somebody tampers with the lock. Whichever you pick, it will sure beat leaving valuables lying about for easy pickings.
New York being a city of paradoxes, it stands to reason that the Canal Street Plastic Supply Company is located in the Ansonia Hotel at 2107 Broadway between 73rd and 74th streets, and the whole operation--which sounds like a tacky trinket manufacturer--is in actuality an acrylic department store with cut-to-order Plexiglas, custom-design Lucite products and ready-made plastic items all under one roof. Canal Street's most frequent calls are for custom turntable dust covers averaging $35. Yet one well-heeled customer laid out $40,000 for an acrylic coffee table. Plastic's increasing popularity, according to Canal Street, is because of its versatility; any mundane object from a toothbrush/drinking-glass caddie to a comb holder takes on a more orderly look when it's acrylic. And we know a bachelor's bathroom needs all the help it can get.
"Tuning in to channel sex"--The X-Rated Home-Video boom is bringing explosive changes in our sexual attitudes. How did patio porn get its foot in America's door, and what's going to happen next behind all those closed doors?-By David Rensin