Ah, June. One of our favorite months. A time of changes, seasonal and sensational, when our thoughts naturally turn to the great outdoors, to fresh air and sunshine, to fun with friends in exotic places. We promise not to get too transported if you promise to pay close attention to an issue chockablock with excitement.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), June 1990, Volume 37, Number 6. Published monthly by Playboy, 680 North Lake Shore Drive, 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: 680 North Lake Shore Drive, Chicago 60611; West Coast: Perkins, Fox & Perkins, 3205 Ocean Park Boulevard, Suite 100, Santa Monica, California 90405.
Paul Dickson tries to make sense out of our flawed universe. He started The Murphy Center for the Codification of Human and Organizational Law for this purpose and discovered that rules are where you find them. And he finds them everywhere. Thousands of people send material to the center (Box 80, Garrett Park, Maryland 20766). His The New Official Rules (Addison Wesley) is the third collection of precepts gleaned from his research. And just in time. We were getting a little tired of breaking the old rules.
Young Rappers such as 22-year-old Big Daddy Kane worship Sam Cooke. Kane's own influence is beginning to build, thanks to such tracks as "Ain't No Half-Steppin' " and "Smooth Operator," in addition to his work on Quincy Jones's smash LP "Back on the Block." While laying down his third album, Kane took a break to talk about RCA's CD anthology "The Best of Sam Cooke."
Call any Vegetable Department: Paul McCartney, Chrissie Hynde, Tears for Fears and Howard Jones are reportedly setting up a Live Aid-style concert in London this summer to promote vegetarianism. That's showbiz?
Elvis Presley was one of the first targets of hype-speak; e.g., "hottest new star in the universe." Several decades later, similar phrases whiz by like so much white noise. More than a few scene savants, however, currently insist that 23-year-old Canadian newcomer Jane Childis that hot.
The late Divine is no longer with him, but writer-director John Waters has everyone else in Cry-Baby (Universal). Playing ultraconservative parents in his comic musical spoof of the Fifties are such former pop icons as Joe Dallesandro, Joey Heatherton, Troy Donahue, David Nelson and kidnaped heiress Patricia Hearst, who's just fine. The title role—yes, that's his name—is played with wry, rhythmic humor by Johnny Depp (of TV's 21 Jump Street) as "the happiest juvenile delinquent in Baltimore." Among his favorite chicks are ex–porn star Traci Lords as a teen bitch called Wanda and Amy Locane as Allison, a very well-bred young lady who sulks, "I'm so tired of being good." Convicted of flagrant delinquency, Depp sings and struts his way out of jail while thousands cheer. All of Cry-Baby is mindless, campy comedy, with some first-rate Fifties music on the sound track. The best of it may be Sh-Boom or perhaps Cherry—the latter heard while a host of couples, more or less in unison, experiment with touchy-feely or tongue kissing. Up to his eyeballs in what might pass for a ramshackle parody of movies such as Rebel Without a Cause, Waters hasn't lost his touch. It's a touch of crass, but that's what he's all about. [rating]2-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
At 30, Cecilia Peck is a self-propelled stage actress as well as the comely co-star of the topical movie Torn Apart (see review). She's also the only daughter of superstar Gregory Peck. Mostly a Manhattan resident, Cecilia last year narrated a Martha Graham special called American Document in New York and on tour. "Graham's truly remarkable and a mentor of mine, a real inspiration. When I first came to New York, years ago, my father's advice was, Go meet Martha Graham. He used to study with her, too." A Princeton English major whose past credits include managing a rock band and writing book reviews, Peck is now considering new movie scripts. "My dark looks and my psyche lend themselves to drama," she notes, "but on stage, I love doing comedy. The laughter is intoxicating." Her brothers Steve and Tony are in the movie business, too; her brother Carey—"a banker and sky diver"—is the sole rebel. Growing up in a film family, she recalls, "there's a lot of pressure.... You're always scrutinized to see whether or not you'll be a success." She's doing fine so far. Her famous dad restrains himself from influencing her but makes suggestions and sees all her work. "Including Torn Apart. He said he was quite relieved that I didn't embarrass anyone."
Presidents of the 20th Century; First Ladies; Princes and Princesses; Kings and Queens: A Profile of 20th Century Royalty: Four tapes provide the ultimate collection of VIPs, Brit and American, from Queen Victoria and Teddy Roosevelt to Barbara Bush and Princess Di. The ultimate head-honcho collection (MPI).
Executive Dressing for Men: Well-produced, hip rundown on the dos and don'ts of creating or revamping your professional wardrobe. Best tip: matching shirt and jacket patterns to your physique (Vidcat).
Filthiest-Sounding Hunting Video: Introduction to Muzzle-Loading; Strangest Vid Title: Dinosaurs Divorce and Dinosaurs Beware; Least Kind-and-Gentle Video: Boots, Buckles, Blades: Practical Street Fighting Secrets; Second-Least Kind-and-Gentle Video: Super Nunchaku—Semi-Advanced: Awesome Okinawan Weapon of Self-Defense; Favorite Video Cliff-Hanger: Avalanche Awareness: A Question of Balance; Best Thrill-a-Minute Video: Digital Speech and Pressures of the Text; Best It's-a-Living Video: The Basics of Mat Cutting and Decoration, Vol. 2.
We've lost many of the great movie icons in the past year or two; fortunately, they left a timeless legacy on film. Here are some of their greatest hits, plus a few sleepers worth remembering, now available on video:
He may portray the ultimate con artist in TV's Isuzu spots and be a hit on Empty Nest, but David Leisure cannot tell a lie when it comes to videos he prefers. "I am a total movie nut," he says. "My favorite romantic film," he deadpans, "is The Magnificent Seven and my wife's is Falling in Love—which is why we have two VCRs. Meanwhile, I bought my daughter every Disney video available—even the guy stuff, like Old Yeller and the Davy Crockett TV shows." Other Leisure-time faves: the original King Kong, A Man and a Woman and anything with Spencer Tracy ("He showed up on the set and ate up every scene"). As for adult fare: "Everyone has a little voyeurism in him, but we haven't rented anything like that in a long time. All the guys at our video store know us, so renting a dirty movie can be a tough job." No lie.
Browse the travel section of any large bookstore and you know that the number and diversity of guidebooks can be overwhelming. It's enough to discourage you from taking a vacation. Well, relax. We have sorted through stacks of guides, consulted our well-traveled friends and here provide you with a selection of the top titles in the field, books that will make your next trip a breeze.
They are out there, men. They have you under intense surveillance and your every move is being tracked. May as well face it, amigo, you are a deadass duck on the highway of life. The Feminine Bureau of Investigation is on your case, and you don't have a chance. This F.B.I. is the sharpest, brightest, most inquisitive and shrewdest intelligence agency ever devised.
I was at a night club with several friends when I noticed a young lady seated nearby to whom I felt immediately and strongly attracted. Although she was accompanied by a gentleman who presumably was her date, she did not appear to be enjoying his company. She seemed bored, almost uninterested. We made eye contact with each other throughout the evening, and I was tempted to approach her on several occasions when her date excused himself for one reason or another. I simply hoped to learn her name, whether or not she was involved exclusively with him and if she would be interested in having dinner with me sometime. Fearing she might be turned off by any advance I might make, I initiated nothing. In retrospect, I am convinced that a mutual attraction existed; however, I am equally confident that I will never see her again and, therefore, will never know for sure. Since writing a message on a napkin or slipping my business card to a woman is not my style, I would like to know any tactful way to express my feelings in delicate situations such as this one without offending the lady.—M. M., Cheltenham, Pennsylvania.
In reading the history of nations, we find that, like individuals, they have their whims and their peculiarities; their seasons of excitement and recklessness, when they care not what they do. We find that whole communities suddenly fix their minds upon one object and go mad in its pursuit; that millions of people become simultaneously impressed with one delusion, and run after it, till their attention is caught by some new folly more captivating than the first.
In October 1988, Easy Reader petitioned the court to gain access to transcripts of video tapes of interviews that Children's International Institute had conducted with the children from the McMartin Pre-School. It was the general public's first look at the children's stories. The following are excerpts from those transcripts:
In early February 1990, the Soviet Communist Party, led by Mikhail Gorbachev, issued a new platform. We thought the following passages were worth repeating. Perhaps someone will send a copy to the Republican and Democratic platform committees.
He was like a character out of one of those old Hollywood movies about the tough priest with a heart of gold who battles to save kids on the streets of Hell's Kitchen. His work was lavishly praised by Presidents Reagan and Bush. Both visited his shelter in mid-Manhattan and made it sound like a good thing that Father Bruce Ritter's privately funded program represented three times the entire Federal budget to help these troubled youths. Reagan, ever the bleeding-heart conservative, was not inspired to increase the Federal outlay, but in one of those moral non sequilurs typical of his Administration, Attorney General Edwin Meese appointed Ritter to the National Commission on Pornography.
You find it on prime time. On reruns. In commercials. In critical essays. In therapy groups. In the language. (Yes, one word and uncapitalized.) In jokes ("What is Yuppie oral sex?" "Sixtysomething"). In the culture. Indeed, when was the last time the name of a TV show came to represent an entire sensibility, if not an entire generation?
Keller flew United to Portland. He read a magazine on the leg from J.F.K. to O'Hare, ate lunch on the ground and watched the movie on the nonstop flight from Chicago to Portland, It was a quarter to three, local time, when he carried his hand luggage off the plane, and then he had only an hour's wait before his connecting flight to Roseburg.
Zalman King doesn't do fainthearted movies. Neither does Mickey Rourke. The last time the two teamed was for "91/2 Weeks," with King as producer and Rourke as the sinister arbitrager who involves Kim Basinger in steamy sadomasochism. Word that King and Rourke were reuniting to make "Wild Orchid," this time with King in the director's chair, suggested that sizzling fare was headed for the screen. And it was. Someone extremely closely connected with the production, who prefers anonymity, supplied Playboy with the following account:
Austin. Texas—The nice Baptist lady from Waco had come to tell a committee of the Texas legislature why sex education was such a terrible idea—"Just like pouring gasoline on a raging fire." She got to explaining her own family's program for preventing teenage pregnancy. The lady and her husband have a daughter, and on this daughter's 16th birthday, her daddy took her out to dinner at a real nice restaurant. In the course of that dinner, he gave his little girl a little golden ring for her finger. And on this ring was a little golden padlock that symbolized the girl's chastity. The daddy has kept the little golden key to the little golden padlock, and on the girl's wedding day, he will give the key to the padlock, and to her virginity, to her new husband.
Ok. Men. It's time to file those dog-eared copies of this year's S.I. swimsuit issue. Amateur hour is over and now Playboy is sending in the A team. Or maybe we should make it the C team, because bodybuilding superstar Cory Everson has definitely brought high-powered definition to this year's swimwear feature. Her revolutionary concept of body shaping—the combination of resistance training with sustained exercise modes—has both men and women rethinking their old firming and toning routines. And if you don't agree with her theories on skin sculpting, tell it to Cory, please. Back on the beach, the volley short, styled after the longish, roomy styles worn by serious volleyball players, is this summer's killer cut. The wide, flared legs make the shorts comfortable and flatter body-shaped thighs. The fabrics used are soft and drapey rayon or high-tech nylon that is fast-drying and cool to the touch. Besides being perfect for the beach, they also make great laid-back street attire. Go for trunks in shades the brighter the better, preferably incorporated into exciting retro patterns and ethnic prints such as the ones our guys are wearing in this feature. You have checked out the male swimwear on these pages, haven't you?
After several months on an island with just a pig and a Doberman for companions, the lonely man awoke one morning as horny as hell. Putting his natural reservations aside, he hungrily eyed the two animals, prudently settling on the pig. Just as he approached the porker, the dog ran up between them and began to snarl, putting an end to his amorous plans.
On a clear, beautiful, blue-skied day in Miami last winter, nothing was clearer or more beautiful than my insight into the second race at Gulfstream Park. As I studied the data in the Daily Racing Form, I could barely contain my excitement.
Not long ago, it was easy to own a bike. Greg LeMond wasn't a role model, the bike path hadn't been invented yet, helmets were for football and about the only thing finer than owning a new "English racer" was the rush you felt when you and your ten-speed became one mean piece of machinery. The modern versions of those English ten-speeds are faster, sleeker and featherlight, and most have about 21 gears, enabling the rider to handle the 11 new types of topography that apparently were discovered in the past few decades.
Reneé Tenison thought she was dreaming. This place certainly wasn't Melba, the tiny Idaho town where she'd grown up. It wasn't Boise, where she had worked in a computer factory. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, sitting up in a curtained bed in an elegant hotel room, she wondered where on earth she was. "Then it dawned on me," she says, shaking her head, astonished by the events of the past few months. "I thought, I'm in Paris. Playboy is taking pictures of the Playmate of the Year, and it's me!"
Ok, now, real quick: What popular American sport introduced its first black competitor 43 years after Jackie Robinson entered major-league baseball? If you said Indy-car racing, you qualify for an official Willy T. Ribbs Flying Tiger fan club T-shirt. Ribbs, who started racing as an amateur in Europe in 1977, has become a minor legend in racing circles since breaking into professional racing in America in 1981. The San Jose native has notched 17 victories in the Sports Car Club of America's Trans-Am series and seven victories for Dan Gurney's team in the International Motor Sports Association's (IMSA) Camel GTO series; he was IMSA Driver of the Year in 1987 and 1988. Despite that impressive record, Ribbs never got the break every driver lives for—the invitation to race for an lndy-car team. That is, not until last November, when Bill Cosby joined the Raynor Motorsports Racing Team, renamed the Raynor/Cosby Racing Team, and committed himself to raising approximately $5,000,000 needed to put Ribbs on the CART/Indy circuit in a computerized Lola-Judd. Cosby said he first took an interest in the charismatic Ribbs when he saw him do his patented "victory shuffle" atop his car following a Trans-Am race. As for Ribbs, he's unflustered by being the Jackie Robinson of race-car drivers. As Contributing Editor Walter Lowe, Jr., who interviewed Ribbs at his home, says, "Willy Ribbs exudes charisma and confidence like a young Muhammad Ali but without the clowning. And, like the young Ali, you have a sense that it's not a matter of if he's going to be one of the greatest of all time but merely how long it will take."
Contrary to popular belief, the beach shoe did not die when Miami Vice was canceled. As a matter of fact, since Don Johnson's espadrilles went into syndication, footwear for the hot, wet climes has become even more popular. The traditional boat shoe is still being worn with beach clothes and summer sportswear; but check out Aqua Socks, those mesh-and-rubber slip-ons once worn exclusively by divers and surfers. These hot little booties, in eye-popping colors, are doing everything for feet but walking on water. Away from the sand and surf, lightweight streetwear is being made sturdier, with the soles a bit stronger than their coastal cousins'. But the heat's on. Try not to get burned.
"Some still like it Hot"—Rhonda Ridley and Marilyn Monroe had something in common. If we didn't know better, we'd swear they shared the same body. So, If you suffer from a seven-year itch, here's a pictorial for a place you may not have been able to reach before