Welcome to our annual back-to-school issue--in preparation for which we ship our bravest writers and editors off to assorted quadrangles and campus towns all over the country in search of signs of intelligent life. The beauty of our academic focus is that it explores what the standard curriculum guides don't. For example, you may ask: Is there sex after high school? Your college catalog skipped that, right? That's why you'll want to read College Women Talk About Campus Sex (illustrated by Guy Billout), in which sociologist Janet Lever and Playboy Associate Editor Barbara Nellis engage in girl talk of the most instructive kind with six female University of Wisconsin students. Our own noted campus-sex lecturer, Senior Staff Writer James R. Petersen, reports further on the sexual Zeitgeist in The Playboy Advisor Goes (Back) to College. For the ultimate collegiate testosterone test, head coach (armchair division) Gary Cole, who in his other life is Playboy's Photography Director, prepared Playboy's Pigskin Preview, our yearly look at the undergrad gridiron--complete with really cool charts, our list of the Top 20 Teams, plus Cole's own cure for what ails N.C.A.A. sports in Corruption in College Athletics: Cole's Quick Fix. Contributing Photographer Richard Izui's photos include our annual all-star team portrait.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), October 1989, Volume 36, Number 10. Published Monthly by Playboy. Playboy Building, 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago, Illinois 60611. Subscriptions: $26 for 12 Issues, U.S. Canada, $39 for 12 issues, all other foreign, $39 U.S. currency only. For new and renewal orders and change of address, send to Playboy subscriptions, P.O. Box 2007, Harlan, Iowa 51537-4007. Please allow 6--8 weeks for processing. For change of address, send new and old addresses. Postmaster: Send form 3579 to Playboy, P.O. Box 2007, Harlan, Iowa 51537-4007, and allow 45 days for change. Advertising: New York: 747 Third Avenue, New York 10017; Chicago: 919 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago 60611; West Coast: Perkins, Fox & Perkins, 3205 Ocean Park Boulevard, Suite 100, Santa Monica, California 90405.
Four-time Grammy nominee Branford Marsalis, saxophonist extraordinaire and actor (School Daze, Throw Momma from the Train), stopped in Chicago last May during the N.B.A. play-offs. We did our best to get him to talk about music, but he wanted to talk only about the Detroit Pistons, who were, at the time, tied with the Chicago Bulls at two wins apiece.
Set in 1957, when civil rights activists were beginning to shake things up in the Deep South, The Heart of Dixie (Orion) replays history as it might have seemed to three comely Alabama coeds. They're all white, with impeccably proper drawls, and appear to have the intellectual depth of Dixie cups. Delia June (Virginia Madsen) wants to get pinned and marry well; Aiken (Phoebe Cates) wants to go to Noo Yawk; and Maggie (Ally Sheedy), the college journalist, feels serious thoughts churning in her pretty little head after she sees a black man beaten up at a Presley concert. Treat Williams takes her there--he plays a photographer assigned to cover trouble spots. Shot in and around the University of Mississippi, the same Ole Miss where troops were called to quell civil rights violence in 1962, Heart of Dixie bungles a golden opportunity to say something cogent. Instead, the movie flails around in the shallows of sorority life, giving greater weight to the election of a campus queen than to the first black student's first day at a lily-white school. If they're as smart as I think, bright Southern belles will be ringing in protests. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
Special-effects make-up is the name of the game that Rick Baker yearned to play when he was a kid of ten, watching The Wolf Man, Dracula and Frankenstein. Baker, 38, is an acknowledged master of his trade who won the first annual make-up Oscar in 1981 for An American Werewolf in London and took home another for 1987's Harry and the Hendersons. A professional artist's son born in Upstate New York, he has relished making people believe in nightmares since he first got into mischief with pie-dough masks and grease paint. "I used to paint a gash on my hand to scare my mother. I made up every kid in the neighborhood with third-degree burns or gashes.... They'd scare the shit out of their parents, who wouldn't let them play with me anymore." He went pro at 17, disguising his pal and colleague, director John Landis, as a prehistoric ape man for a monster-movie spoof called Schlock. While he has done his share of blood-and-guts shockers, Baker deplores the trend toward "gross-out slasher movies. It doesn't take any great gift to dump blood all over someone." The most fun he has had? "Working with Eddie Murphy, making him up as an old Jewish guy in Coming to America. Nobody recognized him until Arsenio Hall made him laugh...that Murphy laugh gave him away." Baker calls Greystoke, the Tarzan epic, and last year's Gorillas in the Mist his masterpieces. "I feel I can't get much better than that. Even primatologists couldn't tell the real apes from the actors." Clearly, the element of surprise is part of Rick's kick. "Right now, I'm working with a crew of seventy on a real state-of-the-art project. Top secret. I can't tell you what it is, but you'll know when it happens." Sounds like another Baker recipe for goose bumps; our spies suggest it's Gremlins II.
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Actor-director Peter Fonda spends a lot of time in front of his VCR. Currently at the helm of projects for Viacom and MPI, he says that "part of the job is watching all kinds of movies--usually one or two after dinner every night." Naturally, his collection includes a few of Dad Henry's films (My Darling Clementine and The Grapes of Wrath) and his own Easy Rider, but he also likes to rewind newer vid fare, such as Spielberg's Empire of the Sun ("Beautifully done in every way") and the 1987 thriller White of the Eye ("I'm mind-fucked by that one"). Classics are also a Fonda favorite; namely, Fellini's 8-1/2 and Welles's Citizen Kane. And then there's Great Expectations. "I saw that when I was a sexually active thirteen-year-old kid going to an all-boys' boarding school," he says. "Jean Simmons' performance knocked me flat, but I also really wanted her."
Ex-Rocker Michael Des Barres now focuses on acting, having co-starred with Clint Eastwood in "Pink Cadillac." He also appears in "Midnight Cabaret," playing the Devil as a nightclub singer. If Des Barres could play the Devil, we figured he could play a critic. So we asked him to spin Rob Jungklas' newest, "Work Songs for a New Moon."
Do-Be-Do-Be-Do Department: How do you know when you've finally arrived? This past summer, at the University of Arizona, professor Jerry Kirkbride taught two sessions of Sinatra 101 (really called American Pop Music: Sinatra Era).
Perhaps the most shocking book of the fall is Shadow Warrior (Simon & Schuster), subtitled "The CIA Hero of a Hundred Unknown Battles," by Felix Rodriguez and John Weisman. Rodriguez was a 19-year-old anti-Castro refugee from Cuba when he was recruited by the CIA. From then on, he showed up everywhere there was trouble in the world. As he describes in this unapologetic memoir, he returned to Cuba undercover and worked with the resistance forces until the Bay of Pigs disaster. In Nicaragua, he ran a communications network.
OK, I've seen all the baseball movies that have been perpetrated lately--The Unnatural, Eight Men Embarrassed, Bull Diddley, Major Disaster and Fields of Precious. Now I think it's time for an authentic baseball movie. It should be called The Last Baseball Movie and, like those others, it should star several famous leading men portraying actors making a baseball movie. I happen to have a script handy.
I've been dating a girl who approaches sex like improvnight at some repertory company. She likes to play make-believe gamesin bed, assuming different roles. One night, we'll be a professor anda student; another night, a hired killer and a witness held hostage, or maybe a porn director and an aspiring actress. She gets into this, but I'm a little lost. What's going on? Any suggestions?--T. W., Seattle, Washington.
"The plurality would clear the way once again for Government to force upon women the physical labor and specific and direct medical and psychological harms that may accompany carrying a fetus to term. The plurality would clear the way again for the state to conscript a woman's body and to force upon her a 'distressful life and future.'
Fashion Fads come and go, but some styles are so classic and right that their return is like greeting an old friend who has only grown better with age. Case in point is the double-breasted suit, a timeless item of apparel that never fails to give the wearer a Cary Grant cachet. Peak lapels, a ventless back and double-pleated trousers are just some of the details to look for. The traditional three-button sports jacket that has been worn on Ivy League campuses probably since the ivy began to grow up the walls is also back in kinder, gentler fabrics such as soft wools that drape rather than hold a rigid shape. Broader shoulders and a lower button placement also give the jacket a more urban look. And, yes, there's one more retro fabric to consider adding to your shopping list. It's corduroy--but the good news is that today's cloth bears almost no resemblance to the stiff stuff that wore and felt like a suit of armor when it was popular 15 years ago. The corduroy of today is a new softy, with wider wales for a better fit and a richer look.
"If you want to learn an instrument, sleep with it near your head," bluesman Mississippi John Hurt used to say. That is what Keith Richards was doing the night in 1965 when he dreamed and awoke to record (and fell back to sleep to forget) what would become the best-known riff in rock and roll and the immortal words, "I can't get no...satisfaction."
<p>The Fiercest Battles in the sexual revolution were waged on college campuses nearly 25 years ago. We decided to return to the front and see what effect, if any, the new, more conservative climate, has had on, campus sex. With risks far greater than "Will you respect me in the morning?" is there such a thing as hot and healthy sex? This time, we decided to go directly to the students. No surveys, no statistics, no charts or graphs--just real, live people full of contradictions, experiences and attitudes.</p>
Today in America, it is still easier to have sex than it is to talk about sex. I write an advice column for people who have nowhere else to turn. You can't go to your dad and ask, 'Dad, does Mom get on top?' You can't go to your mom and say, 'Mom, do you swallow?' You do that and they'll send you to a school like this. AIDS was the best thing that ever happened to sex education. Nowadays, the conversation we have about sex has been reduced to just three words. 'Just say no.' Surgeon General C. Everett Koop would get on TV and say, 'Just say no.' Easy for him. He's been saying yes for fifty-some-odd years. Do you think those sideburns chafe his wife's thighs? The problem is, what do you do when you want to say yes?"
"The most envied girl in America"--that's what the tabloids call Julie McCullough, 24, who plays teen idol Kirk Cameron's heartthrob on the hit sitcom Growing Pains. Julie joined the show a few months ago, cast as the Seaver family's nanny. Her gold hair, hazel eyes and gamine grin--plus the way she kept bending sexily near Mike Seaver, Cameron's hormone-crazed character--made such an impression, she was quickly signed up as a regular. "We just seemed to have that chemistry," said Kirk. The season ended this past spring with a cliff-hanger episode in which he proposed marriage to Julie. To legions of jealous Kirkomaniacs, she said, "Don't hate me. I'm only acting!" Hate Julie? Naah. "I wish I could be that girlfriend on Growing Pains," one Kirk fan told Good Morning, America, "but as long as he's happy...." Julie first made Playboy fans happy in February 1985, appearing as "thepride and joy of Allen, Texas," in The Girls of Texas. She rode a rising star on our cover that month. As Miss February 1986, laughing at the thought of Julie as beauty, she said, "I have little eyes, a mouth full of teeth and ears that I call elf ears." Her Playmate Data Sheet mentions a single ambition: to be an "actress--because you can be anything you want to be--or at least 'act' like it." Her Playboy springboard led to Star Search, which led to a guest shot as Tony Danza's fantasy girl on Who's the Boss? and a movie debut in the bullets-and-bosoms classic Big Bad Mama II. There was also a romance with TV's Scott Baio, who played Chachi on the old Happy Days series--Julie is the answer to the trivia question: "Who helped teach the facts of life to two of the tube's most eligible hunklets?"--and a couple of controversies. One involved a Texas preacher who, decrying sin, sex and Playboy, said in all seriousness, "The easiest thing to do is jump on Julie." Another rocked the sleepy town of Wilmington, North Carolina, where Julie was stripped of her crown as queen of last spring's Azalea Festival. A few Wilmington bluenoses waved her centerfold at fest officials, who promptly caved in to the Stop Julie brigade. "I was very upset and hurt," she said. She soon got over the snub. The first lady of Growing Pains has her hands full with Kirk and little room left for azaleas. A frequent guest at Playboy Mansion West, Julie keeps in touch with her Playboy roots. She once shared a Los Angeles apartment with Miss August 1986, Ava Fabian, and Miss May 1987, Kym Paige. Getting on their guest list was the dream of Southern California's male population. Julie even makes an appearance on the new Playboy pinball machine, as an all-American blonde seated poolside. When fundamentalists and floral-fest organizersscold her for going all natural in a famous men's magazine, she stands her ground. "I have nothing against sex," she told our readers. Puritans cringed; Playboy readers cheered. Julie knew even then that a girl can be wholesome and sexy at the same time. Not to mention intelligent and charming--which is how Kirk Cameron describes the Julie of Growing Pains
<p>There's a saying about the beautiful women of America that goes, "If they haven't moved to California, they're still in Texas." This little wisdom is courtesy of Karen Patricia Foster, our Miss October, who is proof that at least half of the truism has merit. We had asked Karen what she would tell a newcomer to Texas, how she would sell the state. "You don't have to sell any town in Texas. People here are friendly. We talk to people." And she proceeded to talk, about growing up in Lufkin, a town of about 28,000, two hours from any major city, your basic blue-jean, cowboy-boot and pickup-truck kind of town. She graduated in the top ten in her class (about 500 students, your typical 5A-football-league school). Some of the stories sound like those of a typical Southern upbringing: Karen went to twirling camp, traveled to twirling competitions with her sister and mom, collected a roomful of twirling trophies. "It's close to rhythmic gymnastics--it has the elements of dance and acrobatics, plus you've got the baton to worry about. But what it teaches you is that you just don't become a twirler. You learn to be responsible, to organize your time, to work toward a goal." The skills came in handy when she enrolled at the University of Houston--she worked as a cheerleader with the Houston Rockets basketball team. Parts of her childhood seem unique: She grew up riding dirt bikes. "It's a neat family thing, sort of like taking a hike together, except you're on motorcycles. My brother had one with training wheels." She also studied karate for seven years. "When I was eight or nine, I was real skinny. In sixth grade, I weighed the same as my brother in kindergarten. My dad thought I should learn something to hold my own." She fought in tournaments, against boys, never placing less than third. "It's not just kicks and punches. It's not just a body sport but a mind-body thing. It's concentration--and a lot of knuckle push-ups."</p>
It's Magic Monday at the Alpha Delta house and the brothers have been drinking since six a.m. They have worked their way through Sunrise-Service Hour (tequila sunrises), Cartoon Hour (Kool-Aid punch) and Lonely-Guy Hour (Thunderbird and Mad Dog, straight from the bottle). Now it's ten o'clock, and that means it's...Naked-in-the-Tube-Room Hour!
Have you noticed that they don't show many of those great old crime movies on TV anymore--Cagney in Angels with Dirty Faces, Paul Muni in Scarface or our personal favorite, 10,000 Years in Sing Sing? Our theory is that the networks believe that the public's appetite for this kind of stuff is being satisfied by the sports report on the late news. You know the stories. An East Coast football player accused of murder. A coach down South up on tax evasion. A couple of linemen out West charged with rape. An offense lost to drug busts: simple possession. Possession with intent to sell. Conspiracy.
Who, really, is the girl next door? What we've been trying to say all these years is that great-looking women are everywhere, going about their business, and this new pictorial series, Working Girl, is further proof. Meet Bravina Trovato. Bravina is a barber, like herbrother and grandfather. When the family got together on Sundays, Grandpa would give haircuts, and to Bravina, it looked like fun. So she went to barber college and for the past nine years has been working at making men look good. "A man goes to a woman barber because he wants to be talked to and pampered," she says. "I have customers who have been coming to me for ages." Trovato, 29, can be reached for an appointment in Cleveland's historic landmark building Terminal Tower. Yes, folks, we did say Cleveland. Furthermore, she loves it there. "Cleveland is going to be the comeback city of the Nineties and I want to be here to share in it, one day in my own barbershop," she says. When asked if men are especially vain, she smiles and says, "The ones who are losing their hair are very vain. I have lots of suggestions for them, from special products to different hair styles. Guys with a full head aren't nearly as concerned, but they all ask for advice. I'm doing a lot more perms now." Bravina admits that being a woman in a barbershop is a great way to meet men, but she tries to keep things businesslike, even when the guy in the chair is confiding in her. What do barbers do to keep the adrenaline pumping? Occasionally, they race. Bravina told us a story about herself and her brother, a good barber and a fast one. One day they both were working on customers and she tried to cut faster. That time, Bravina won one with the clipper.
When Hollander heard the terms of Reece's will, he giggled. It wasn't the most appropriate response, but Hollander had never liked his partner. That wasn't, however, whyhe giggled. He giggled because now he had Reece's chair.
Gentlemen, you may smoke...." Those immortal words--music to the ears of cigar connoisseurs everywhere--were first spoken by King Edward VII in 1901 upon assuming the throne of England. Thus ended the 64-year antitobacco reign of Queen Victoria, and the 20th Century was destined to become a more enlightened era in which to live. And some years are even better than others.
Face it; we all love the South. So maybe we were just looking for excuses when we noted that Atlanta and New Orleans had hosted the 1988 political conventions, that Universal Studios had decided to move in on Florida and that Kim Basinger had actually bought her home town in Georgia. Well, we buckled under. Clearly, the South was on some sort of rise, and we wanted to get in on the action. But how? "Why don't we do another Southern-girls pictorial?" someone piped up. "Remember the hit we had in '81?" Indeed, that was the year our photographers descended on Dixie, marching through the ten universities that make up the N.C.A.A.'s Southeastern Conference--Auburn, Vanderbilt, Mississippi State, LSU and the Universities of Alabama, Florida, Georgia, Kentucky, Mississippi and Tennessee. That little trip yielded us not one but two pictorials (Girls of the Southeastern Conference, September and October 1981), as well as enthusiastic whoops and hollers from Confederates and Yankees nationwide. But that was then and this is now. Could we actually pull off a successful encore at the very same schools--eight years later? We conferred with two of our most trusted generals--Contributing Photographers David Chan and David Mecey, whose last mission had been the scrappy but gloriously victorious Girls of the Big East (April). No sooner had we posed the idea to them than Chan and Mecey were suited up and headed South. And did they fare well? Did they ever! Over the next 12 pages, you'll see 45 ladies who could melt even the stoniest of Northerners with little more than a bat of their long lashes. "I've said it before and I'll say it again," concludes Mecey in his own soft Texas drawl, "Southern women are consistently the most exquisite in the country, with perfectly chiseled features and bodies they're proud to show off." Don't believe him, eh? Then just keep turnin' the pages, y'all.
Oscar-winning actress Geena Davis met with Contributing Editor David Rensin wearing a yellow dress with a tiny print, her long, curly locks, seen in "Beetle-juice," "The Accidental Tourist" and "Earth Girls Are Easy," replaced with a new haircut in a singular shade of red. When lunch arrived--a turkey sandwich and potato chips--Geena set it on the carpet in front of the couch. From time to time, she cast an eye in its direction. "I bet you'll write, 'She kept staring at the turkey sandwich,'" she said.
Still think a sneaker is a sneaker is a sneaker? Guess again. Shoes with built-in protection tailored to your sport of choice are hotter than a play-off game between the Lakers and the Celtics and, no, that isn't just industry hype. Function now precedes fashion and the result is a new breed of footwear that not only does a superb job of protecting your feet but also looks great. Technology includes specialized sneaks for such diverse activities as aerobics (built for lateral and medial stability and shock absorption) and cycling (nonskid soles), as well as hiking, jogging, basketball and, of course, tennis. Topside, the shoes are colorful and fun; down under, they're the sole of discretion. Foot the bill!