As we become accustomed to fall, we see that life takes on a sharper, quicker pace. The air has a certain starch to it now that helps us consider issues too serious to interrupt a pleasant summer stupor. One such issue is persistent: Shell-shocked from the sexual revolutions of the past decade, men and women have a hard time knowing what's really on their minds. E. Jean Carroll travels to darkest California, where, natch, there is a seminar that is supposed to sort all that out. What she finds When Real Men Meet Real Women is the subject of her startling and funny bipartisan report. Dave Calver's illustration accompanies the piece.
Tupelo, Mississippi (population 20,471), has given the world two media stars in 25 years. Elvis was one. The Reverend Donald Wildmon, a United Methodist minister who founded the National Federation for Decency (N.F.D.), is the other. Beyond sharing a home town, watching a lot of TV and inspiring their fans to roll in the aisles, the two men never had much in common. Wildmon, for instance, can't stand sex, drugs or rock 'n' roll. The late king of rock 'n' roll didn't like people to use the Lord's name in vain, which, in a way, is what Wildmon does.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), October, 1984, Volume 31, Number 10. Published Monthly by Playboy, Playboy Bldg., 919 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago, Ill. 60611. Subscriptions: In the United States and its possessions, $54 for 36 issues, $38 for 24 issues, $22 for 12 issues, Canada, $27 for 12 issues. Elsewhere, $35 for 12 issues. Allow 45 days for new subscriptions and renewals. Change of address: Send both old and new addresses to Playboy, Post Office Box 2420, Boulder, Colorado 80302, and allow 45 days for change. Marketing: Walter Joyce, Divisional Promotion Director; Ed Condon, Director/Direct Marketing; Jack Bernstein, Circulation Promotion Director. Advertising: Charles M. Stentiford, Advertising Director; Michael Druckman, Jeffrey Kleinman, Craig Vander Ploeg, Senior Associate Managers; Jay Remer, National Alcoholic Beverages Manager, 747 Third Avenue, New York, New York 10017; Russ Weller, Midwest Advertising Manager, 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago, Illinois 60611; 3001 W. Big Beaver Road, Troy, Michigan 48084; Los Angeles 90010, Stanley L. Perkins, Manager, 4311 Wilshire Boulevard; San Francisco 94104, Tom Jones, Manager, 417 Montgomery Street.
Suzie Forward--Hey, everybody, I've settled down now and got hitched, so, please, no more cracks about how "friendly" I used to be. My husband, Ray Z. Dorp, is a professional wrestler, the beloved Disemboweler. We met in the most romantic way--I was spending the night at the arena, and before I knew it, I had climbed through the ropes and made a passionate rush at his spandex trunks. The rest is just a transcendent blur; and, contrary to what one gossip columnist wrote, I did not know the event was being televised.
On the eve of his 75th birthday, January, 1, 1987, Harold "Kim" Philby receives a hand-delivered note from the general secretary of the Communist Party. What, exactly, had Comrade Philby meant, the note inquires, by his recent comment that "the political stability of Great Britain is constantly overestimated here in Moscow ... never more so than at the present time"? And what, exactly, should be done? In the opening round of Frederick Forsyth's latest intrigue, The Fourth Protocol (Viking), Philby advocates a big-bang finale to the Cold War. The British Labor Party has been infiltrated by ultraleftists, he tells his leader, and the country is unsettled by the antinukes. One piddling nuclear "accident" (near an American military compound, natch) could put Labor over the top in the 1988 Parliamentary elections. The plans are drawn and the groundwork begun--and then Margaret Thatcher bumps the elections to June 1987. A dozen miscues and calibrations later serve to prove that Forsyth (The Day of the Jackal, The Dogs of War) remains the master of prodigious detail.
International Date Line: Last winter, I was in India, listening to the Vienna Art Orchestra, led by Swiss composer Matthias Ruegg, in his arrangement of Blue Day, a blues by His Majesty, the king of Thailand, Bhumibol Adulyadej. That was a typical offering at JazzYatra 1984, the festival held biennially in Bombay (this year, simultaneously in Delhi) since 1978 that seems to answer the modern jazz fan's eternal question: How international can you get? JazzYatra may be the most eclectic music festival in the world. Vienna Art's set also included creative use of an alpenhorn, wordless vocalizing by Lauren Newton and a Ruegg composition titled Jelly Roll, but Mingus Rolls Better.
Duke Ellington was ever on the move until we lost him to cancer in 1974. He loved the road; the one-nighter circuit here and abroad very often brought out the best in him and his unique orchestra. A pair of two-record sets, recently released, undeniably make that point. They have the edge and immediacy we associate with high-level live recording--that and a sense of relaxation and expressiveness that grows out of that just right, fun situation. Duke Ellington and His Orchestra; First Annual Tour of the Pacific Northwest, Spring 1952 (Folkways), the work of an orchestra in transition, mirrors Ellington's capacity to speak through his musicians, mixing their language with his while retaining the natural playfulness, fire, color and communicativeness particular to all editions of his orchestra. Duke Ellington: All Star Road Band (Doctor Jazz) provides telling excerpts from a memorable evening--a dance, circa 1957, in Carrolltown, Pennsylvania. A virtual treasury of excellence that showcases Ellingtonia and standard repertory, this album is a powerful blend of characteristic Dukeish tone colors and atmosphere, rhythmic provocation and extraordinary soloing by Johnny Hodges, Harry Carney, Paul Gonsalves, Shorty Baker, Clark Terry, Ray Nance, Britt Woodman and the underestimated pianist in the ensemble, one E. K. Ellington. Listen! Ellington is forever.
A Picture Would Be Worth A Thousand Words: The Tubes members Michael Cotten, Prairie Prince and former Tube Re Styles performed the first rock concert ever held on Bora Bora. Cotten claims that the Tahitian sound will be the "next big thing," and if anyone has any doubts, he's got "pictures to prove it."
Clint Eastwood, to his credit, keeps trying roles that challenge the traditional strong-silent-hero image his legions of fans expect. In Tightrope (Warner), he's a divorced New Orleans detective with a definite kinky streak--raising two young daughters by himself because his wife has left him, clearly hostile to women and going off to the seedy side of the French Quarter from time to time for a bit of fun. When the moon is full, his notion of fun may be to handcuff a bimbo to a bed; he also commits acts of violence in his dreams. Thus, Tightrope's plot quickens when a sex-mad strangler begins to wipe out party girls (as well as one party boy), including a couple the detective has known more than casually. Through a kind of sick symbiosis between hunter and killer, Clint starts to identify with his quarry, while the maniac zeroes in on the cop's kids and his new ladyfriend (Genevieve Bujold, conveniently playing the militant head of a rape-crisis center). Considering the colorful New Orleans locations, writer-director Richard Tuggle might have been wise to make the movie look a little less dank--he's much too literal about dramatizing murky psychological motivations on the right side of the law. But Clint commands attention through the gloom and an occasional slack spot, and Tightrope, in a studied way, turns out to be tense and unnerving. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
Idol Gossip: Daryl Hannah, who played the annoyingly long-haired mermaid in Splash, has been signed to star in the film version of Jean M. Auel's best seller The Clan of the Cave Bear. If we're lucky, they'll trim her tresses for the role.... Dino De Laurentiis is planning a remake of Jules Verne's20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.... Gary Busey, who recently completed the role of Bear Bryant in The Bear, will portray another sports hero, Joe DiMaggio, in the film version of Terry Johnson's play Insignificance. Also cast are Theresa Russell as Marilyn Monroe and--if you can believe this--Tony Curtis as Senator Joe McCarthy.... Columbia Pictures is planning to make a series of Three Stooges films and will hold a nationwide talent search to find three guys to play Moe, Larry and Curly.... Aussie actor Jack (Breaker Morant) Thompson, Barbara Hershey and Michael (Flashdance) Nouri will be in 20th Century-Fox's Sea Trial, a suspense thriller based on Frank De Felitta's novel about a couple who charter a sailboat and find themselves in a survival situation. William Friedkin has been set to direct.
You Probably won't believe this, but I have a Martian friend named Grob. He's really a pretty good guy for a Martian. Grob is 3′2″ tall and purple. He has a huge head and a skinny neck and an aluminum-foil cape that says Visit Mars. Grob looks like E.T.'s cousin, but he claims there's no relationship. He's a little miffed that E.T. gets all the publicity while other space people are ignored.
My friend Riggs slunk out of the Sixties, like me, with a nice little marijuana habit as part of his baggage, and though he has always considered it a fairly benign addiction, he's been forced lately to think it through in tougher, more particular terms.
One day last summer, a very pretty foot was sticking out of a car window in the VIP parking lot just after the Chicago Cubs had won their first double-header in almost four years. A well-oiled fan gently patted it as he waddled by and noted, "Nice foot."
In the past two weekends, my friend and I have experienced something different in our lives. In search of beautiful women, we have come to find that many of them shop in large malls on the weekends. Many shop alone and dress in very expensive clothing. Our first question is, Do you feel that these women are looking for men in these malls--or do they have a look-but-don't-touch attitude? The second question is, How do we go about asking out one of them without her being afraid of being asked by a total stranger?--B. F., Evergreen, Colorado.
You remember the old expression "Talk is cheap," don't you? Well, that may be especially true when you're trying to romance a woman. It seems that most women these days have heard all the good lines. We asked our Playmate advisors to tell us how they separate the phonies from the genuine articles.
The overinformationalization of America must stop. So much is being written by so many for so few that the average reader no longer has either the time or the energy to sort through vast oyster beds of bullshit for rare pearls of wisdom. And I use that incredible metaphor only to illustrate the problem.
NBC's sixth floor at 30 Rockefeller Plaza is the birthplace of the modern television talk show. Steve Allen hosted "The Tonight Show" there for three years, followed by Jack Paar and Johnny Carson. In 1972, "The Tonight Show" went West, and a year and a half later, Tom Snyder moved in for an eight-year stint. Now Snyder is gone and a new breed of talk-show audience is filling studio 6A's 250 seats--with 4,000,000 more of the same new species watching at home. For the first time, the generation that was raised by television has its own network talk show, "Late Night with David Letterman."
Trying to analyze the chemistry of Sonia Braga's sex appeal is no simple task. It may be easier to explain electricity by trapping fireflies in a bottle. The quick solution, perhaps, is to steal a line from the late Kenneth Tynan, the acerbic but perceptive English critic, whose first face-to-face encounter with Greta Garbo moved him to rhapsodize, "What, when drunk, one sees in other women, one sees in Garbo sober." Substitute Braga for Garbo and you're getting warm.
He came down the clubhouse ramp at Korakuen Stadium, limping slightly, his knee already bothering him, though the season was still young. Once of the Boston Red Sox, then the St. Louis Cardinals, the Los Angeles Dodgers and finally the San Francisco Giants, a veteran of seven all-star games and four world series, now the highest-paid baseball player in the history of Japanese baseball, Reggie Smith managed to look more than a little out of place. A burly, powerful man in any setting, he seemed immense here alongside his Japanese teammates, as if he were not just a bigger ballplayer but of an entirely different species.
Deborah Nicolle Johnson is moving along the sidewalks of New York, singing, "Oooh wah, oooh wah, bebop ditty / Talkin' 'bout the girl from New York City." "Maybe you could work that into the title of the Playmate pictorial, hey? Well, if not the title, how about the opening paragraph?" Consider it done. Heads are turning, and Miss October is literally stopping traffic.
Something has happened to the margarita and it's to the good. Oh, the classic margarita is alive and well; in fact, thriving. But a new dimension has been added to this perennial favorite--flavor! Better make that plural-flavors--because if you're so inclined, you can have a boysenberry margarita, a tutti-frutti margarita, a melon margarita, a coffee margarita, a strawberry margarita, an orange-coconut margarita or any of 30-odd distinctively flavored margaritas, many available in such Mexican restaurants as the El Torito and The Red Onion chains or in other eateries featuring Tex-Mex cuisine. You can even have margaritas tailored to your personal taste, such as amaretto or apple pie-whatever (concluded on page 194)Señorita Margarita(continued from page 119) happens to be your heart's desire. There's only one absolute: The irreplaceable ingredient is tequila. Without it, you do not have a margarita. Tequila was the first spirit distilled on the North American continent, and it's enveloped in myth. It is commonly thought to be a fiery, lethal drink, but anyone who has sipped a properly fashioned margarita knows better.
Physical fitness has America in an iron grip. With that in mind, we asked Contributing Editor David Rensin to speak with one of the few legends of health-and-body conditioning and the founder of the modern-day health salon, Jack La Lanne, on the eve of his 70th birthday. Says Rensin:
The big snake moved in its cage, getting hungry. Flat eyes watched Leon walk through and out of the barn; Leon pretended not to notice. There'd been nothing in the mail today, so he was free. He walked past the cages and cotes, past the sawdust-smelling shed where the crates were hammered together, past the long, low main house, with its mutter of air conditioning, and on down the dry dirt road into town, where he bought a beer in the cantina next to the church and stepped outside to enjoy the day.
In 1981, a collaboration of about 30 international designers started a movement of Fifties-inspired, one-of-a-kind furniture that took the name Memphis. Ettore Sottsass, the group's leader, says its point was to "get rid of institutional rhetoric." (The name comes from the Bob Dylan lyric "Stuck inside of Mobile with these Memphis blues again.") It was also intended to introduce into the home objects that are unstrained and fanciful--not unlike the sleek lines of 1983 Playmate of the Year Marianne Gravatte and Playmate Susie Scott. Memphis' materials are an unlikely marriage of such things as marble, glass and plastic. Colors are a frenzied rainbow. This is furniture you can sink your eyeteeth into.
When Playboy editors began to beat the publicity drums about a proposed feature called Babes of Broadway, we weren't sure what kind of response to expect. Would we be shunned as sexists invading the Great White Way, or would stars and starlets throng to us like moths to a flame? Or would we merely be inundated by off-off-Broadway hopefuls and part-time waitresses who save their tips to subsidize acting-singing-dancing lessons? To all the above questions, the answer turned out to be yes. We were turned down, turned on, knocked in the aisles, bowled over and sent to our thesaurus to dig up new adjectives in praise of the beautiful (also comely, exquisite, fair, the thesaurus said), talented (also accomplished, gifted, endowed) and exciting (also alluring, bewitching, fetching, enticing) young showstoppers who agreed to show and tell us what it's like to be a Broadway baby circa 1984.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. The salesman in the clothes store said the suit would last me a lifetime, that it would be an investment I would never regret. Still, it was a tough decision: Buy a wonderful suit or pay the next two months' rent? The suit was very tweedy and highly hand-tailored and very well made--which was more than I could say for my apartment. I bought the suit. What the hell; I could always find another place to live.
Buckle down, Winsocki; and bulldog, bulldog, rah, rah, rah! Pregame football roistering has its own set of liquid ground rules--and, of course, that includes toasts to great gridiron victories of the past and bad luck to your current collegiate enemies. Some dedicated tail-gaters even tote candelabras and crystal to the festivities. While that's not everyone's cup of cheer, it is more fun to watch a game when armed with the right bibbing accouterments. A thermoelectric refrigerator that plugs into your car's cigarette lighter ensures that your case of frosties won't lose its chill before the end of the first half. And for those diehards who never make it to the grandstand, there's even a portable TV. Boola! Boola!
There's something potent about a man with the scent of success. His aroma wasn't built in a day and, we hasten to add, he knows that wearing no cologne at all is not the way to convince the world that he's stinking rich. Our tour of uncommon scents spans a price and potency spectrum. Guerlain's Imperiale eau de cologne is a fresh, citrusy splash that's $33 for about eight ounces, while the myrrh, sandalwood and other oils and essences found in Bijan, Perfume for Men make it the king of dollars and scents. The price: 1500 big ones for six ounces in a numbered Baccarat crystal bottle. At $250 per ounce, it tallies up to not much less than the price of gold. Get a whiff of that!
"Citizen Hughes, Part One"--You've read all the factual--and fanciful--accounts of the Bizarre Billionaire's life and times, but none is more astonishing than this portrait of power gone wild. An exposé that's sure to have political repercussions in this election year--By Michael Drosnin