Aside From New Year's Day, we think September is the best time to start afresh. Summer's over, the beach is less appealing, football and politics heat up as the weather cools down. All of a sudden, you want to know what's going on in the world again. This issue of Playboy will help jump-start your brain--we guarantee it. Writer Pamela Marin took to the roads of Indiana and Arizona to piece together a picture of Vice-President Dan Quayle's past--and maybe his future--digging into the history of his family's powerful chain of newspapers in Who Made Danny Run? If he gets kicked out of Washington, Quayle can always write about it. Ted Kennedy may have the same option if he doesn't clean up his act, writes Robert Scheer in Reporter's Notebook. Right-thinking liberals with the power to lead, argues Scheer, have the responsibility of keeping an eye on their private lives, too. We've considered the right and the left, so who's in the middle? Virginia governor Douglas Wilder, in our Playboy Interview, conducted by Peter Ross Range. A very viable Democratic candidate for higher office and arguably the most prominent black politician in the country, Wilder tries, unsuccessfully, to side-step Range's persistent questions.
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Wayne Toups'stwo nicknames, "the Bayou Bruce Springsteen" and "Le Boss," say a lot about his power as a performer. With his band, Zydecajun, Toups steam-cooks a mix of Cajun, zydeco, Southern rock and barroom R&B. And his most recent LP, "Fish Out of Water," runs about as raw as a studio recording can get. Toups loves rawness in almost any band. His current favorite is the self-titled album by the new quartet Blues Traveler.
Quote of the Month Department: Record mogul David Geffen calls publicity an unpleasant aspect of fame. He says, "They'd really be happy if I weighed four hundred pounds and had a one-inch dick. Then they could say, 'He's very successful, but he weighs four hundred pounds and has a one-inch dick.' But they can't say that about me, so I have to live with all this other shit."
Perhaps it happened this way: Sometime during his youth, Lou Cannon made a pact with the Devil. "I want to be a great journalist," he begged. "I want to be present when history is made. I want to turn it all into a major book, about a President--my President, one I'll know better than any other reporter."
Youth, Music and the extraordinary influence of one on the other in recent generations give an enormous charge of energy to The Commitments (Fox). Director Alan Parker, who made the musical Fame more than a decade ago, comes up with another winner in a trenchant adaptation of the novel by Roddy Doyle--all about some Irish slum kids forming a "soul" band in Dublin. Thick brogues may make the dialog rough going for American ears, but everything else about the movie is ringingly clear. Among the young performers, unknown over here, who sing and play their guts out from beginning to end is an amazingly mature 16-year-old, Andrew Strong, phenomenal as the lead singer. Beautiful Angeline Ball heads a bawdy trio of backup girls. Soul music, says band manager Jimmy Rabbitte (played in overdrive by Robert Arkins), is "about sex and struggle," and Dublin soul projects "riding, fuckin', tongues--the works." Maybe they're too white to do soul, one band member muses at rehearsal. "The Irish are the blacks of Europe," Rabbitte retorts. Sex, bad tempers and ego trips spell fini for the band known as the Commitments, but Parker's movie is not about success. As stated, it's about music's power "to raise the expectations" of kids from Dublin to Dubuque. This tuneful slice of life belts out that message with gusto. [rating]4 bunnies[/rating]
About to charge out of his famous father's footsteps into a niche of his own, Brandon Lee is poised for a debut in his first American-made movie, Showdown in Little Tokyo. "Nobody here saw my first film, Legacy of Rage, because it's in Cantonese, which is actually my cradle language," says Lee. "In Showdown, Dolph Lundgren and I play cops in L.A., trying to stop the Yakuza from bringing in drugs." The 26-year-old son of the late martial-arts superhero Bruce Lee will star in Moving Target, which began shooting in June. "I'm playing a young Eurasian American who's in Tiananmen Square, then later gets involved testifying against a Mafia don in Chicago."
"I'd never tell anybody this," says the inimitable Garry Shandling, "but I have Woodstock on tape--just for the clichéed language. Like Arlo Guthrie saying, 'Can you dig it, man?' It's a riot." Shandling's home-vid tastes are predictably waggish: He owns the complete Woody Allen ("I love Manhattan, especially"), and although he says it's "painful" watching himself on tape, he owns other stand-ups' stand-up, including Eddie Murphy Raw and Richard Pryor Live on the Sunset Strip ("the best performance ever"). Shandling can also be sentimental; he savors Hoosiers' "small-town feel," cried after watching Ghost and is hooked on Albert Brooks's Modern Romance. What won't the lonely guy watch on video? "Porno. I can't even walk into the porn section of a video store without blushing. I'll stay there for hours, but I'll be blushing."
Dick: Fifteen-minute vid homage to the penis--with 1000 "mug shots," commentary by 100 women and music (The Waltz of the Dicks) by ex-Velvet Undergrounder John Cale. Destined for cult greatness (Bananas Video, 800-866-7866).
Hannibal Lecter Video of the Month:Degrassi Junior High: Food for Thought;Kinkiest Sounding Video:The Economics of Vertical Restraints;Best John Gotti Dream Tape:How to Pick a Jury;Most Ambitious Video Matchmaker:Should Oceans Meet?;Best Audience-Participation Video:Men on Women, Women on Men;Best Thrill-a-Minute Video:Soil: An Introduction;Best It's-a-Living Video:Judging Market Swine.
Tom Clancy touched all the right nerves in his earlier works such as The Hunt for Red October, Red Storm Rising and Clear and Present Danger. The master of the techno-thriller gave us detailed inside information about real American military gadgetry such as nuclear submarines, radarproof airplanes (the Stealth bomber was still a classified military secret when he wrote about it) and the S.D.I. "Star Wars" system. He wrapped his books in the flag and created Jack Ryan, a hero whose courage and intelligence are exceeded only by his patriotism. His books made us feel like the unambiguous "good guys" in an ambiguous world of post-Vietnam realities.
This column is dedicated to William Kennedy Smith, whatever happens to his indictment for rape in Palm Beach, Florida. It is early June, and the safe thing would be for me to wait until all the facts are in before I write about Senator Ted Kennedy's nephew. But I believe we should talk about this predicament right now.
When my girlfriend and I make love, my thoughts often drift to other women I've bedded over the years, especially a girl with whom I had a brief but very torrid summer romance when we were both camp counselors in college ten years ago. I love my girlfriend--at least I think I do--but these intense flashbacks are getting out of hand and are starting to interfere with sex. Am I messed up or what?--J. R., Reston, Virginia.
When the framers of the Constitution finally approved that unprecedented document in 1787, they thought their labors were done. But there followed fierce resistance in the new nation. Some argued against its ratification, because they were opposed to a strong Federal Government with a broad power to tax. But the majority of those reluctant to approve the Constitution demanded that it also contain a Bill of Rights to protect individual liberties against Government incursion.
"Our search ... is to put sex in proper perspective, so that we not make too little or too much of it. We seek to give sexuality its due, as a good gift from a gracious God, and to welcome this aspect of our humanity with joy, reverence, insight and responsibility."
Mitsou, one of Canada's top female singers, made a hot music video featuring glimpses of female breasts and male buttocks. The response? Dis-Moi, Dis-Moi (Tell Me, Tell Me) was banned from Quebec's English-language MuchMusic video station. The video went straight to number one on the city's French-language station, MusiquePlus. The irony: The same company owns both stations. The moral: If you think hot thoughts in English, it's a sin. If you think hot thoughts in French, it's art.
When Ted Kennedy got into trouble this last time, I called up one of his occasional ladyfriends to ask how he and the younger heirs to the throne could have been so dumb as to put themselves into such a sappy setup. "It's not just that they think with their cocks and drink much too much," she said. "They believe they're royalty and can get away with anything."
He's handsome, gregarious, rich and charming--the perfect Southern gentleman. He's also a natty dresser, a skilled decorator fond of antique furnishings, a man of impeccable taste with a bachelor's eye for beautiful women. Yet for all his courtliness, he's known as a tightwad governor, a shrewd tactician and a ruthless political infighter, and he has been accused of being secretive, vindictive and given to troubling lapses in judgment. As the first elected black governor in American history, Democrat Lawrence Douglas Wilder of Virginia is, finally, a risk taker: Having served less than two years in his state's highest office, he is already eying the United States Presidency.
The Weatherman had predicted rain, but dawn broke pale and clear on Saturday, March 23. A stiff wind snapped the tails of yellow ribbons belted to trees. Flags unfurled from porches like crisp salutes. At noon, four generations of the Pulliam family converged at a nursing home in Franklin, Indiana, a tiny burg 20 miles south of Indianapolis. The clan was gathered to celebrate the 100th birthday of Martha Ott Pulliam, widow of newspaper baron Eugene Collins Pulliam. In her lace-collar dress, the matriarch sat in a wheelchair surrounded by her progeny, including one grandson who stole the spotlight: James Danforth Quayle.
It Used to be there were some exclusive male bastions, with no gals to distract from the business at hand--places such as the boxing ring, the insulation-and-heating trade, the aircraft hangar. Not anymore--or have you been working too hard to notice? Well, put down your tools and take a break along with Leslie Glass, Cathy Dzik and Kelly Shepherd, the women whom we discovered laboring in precisely those locations. We introduce them here as part of our continuing tribute to the great working women of America.
Sheldon white had planned his safari for two years. He had taken a refresher course in Spanish. He had worked out at the gym to get in shape. He arranged for emergencies in his law practice to be handled by his partner. He supplied his wife, Paula, and himself with money belts, neck pouches, elastic support bandages above the elbow to hide their papers. They took shots, including human diploid vaccine, for prevention against disease from bites of rabid bats. They had chloroquine for malaria prophylaxis, Lomotil for diarrhea, Sterotabs for sterilizing water, two antibiotics: tetracycline and streptotriad. They took along Deet insect repellent and Cetrimide BP for infected bites. Toilet paper. A complete first-aid kit. Five pounds of chocolate energy bars. Sheldon would make sure their guide stocked enough butane fuel for the stove, kettles and cooking utensils for three people and sufficient canned food for the expedition.
They May have always been with us, these individuals who feel at odds with the bodies in which they were born. Outwardly, they appear to be male; inwardly, they are convinced that they're female. (In rarer cases, the mismatch is reversed.) Historians speak of such persons as being more or less accepted members of society in ancient Anatolia, Scythia, Alexandria and elsewhere. Not until the latter half of this century, however, was a name--transsexualism--given the condition, and surgical means devised to reshape the shell of the body to conform to the patient's inner perception. The drive that compels the true transsexual to take such a drastic step is one of the diagnostic clues that separate him/her from the transvestite, who identifies himself as male--and wants to remain one--but gets a sexual frisson from dressing in women's clothing.
Attention, regular guys: Samantha Dorman, our Miss September, would rather hang out with you than with the jet setters she met in the modeling world. Especially if you're interested in saving the environment. It's not that she regrets her seven years of modeling: "It taught me what my values really are. Now I realize that I'd rather spend a year saving birds from an oil slick than posing for a camera. My taste in men has also changed. When I was younger, I admired flashy guys in expensive cars, but along the way, I found out that most men like that are jerks. Now I'd much rather be with an ordinary guy who has a good sense of humor." Sam, as she prefers to be called, was a 16-year-old student at Keswick Christian High School in her home town of St. Petersburg, Florida, when a rep from a Tampa modeling agency discovered her in the popcorn line at a local movie theater. Soon she was working regularly, modeling everything from skis to mink coats. "The mink assignment was in the summer, in very hot weather, so I didn't wear anything under the coat except a bra and panties. I felt kind of silly wearing a fur coat and underwear," she recalls. Having risen through the modeling ranks to the glitzy Wil-helmina Agency in New York (you've seen her in diet Coke and facial-scrub TV commercials), Sam had but one unfulfilled professional goal: posing for Playboy. So on a visit to Chicago to see her then boyfriend, a professional football player, she contacted Associate Photography Editor Michael Ann Sullivan. No fool she, Michael Ann immediately dispatched the 5'10" Sam to our photo studio to pose for the cover of our July issue, which features The Height Report, a pictorial on tall women. Her dream fulfilled, Sam plans to enter college and major in marine biology--with a minor in communications. Her interest in working with wildlife stems from her childhood: "As long as I can remember, my mother and my older sister have been rescuing and adopting lost and injured animals--cats, dogs, whatever. When I was little, I wanted to be a veterinarian." While waiting to enter school, Sam has been busy working for her father, a Christmas-tree farmer and restaurateur, at his new barbecue eatery in North Carolina. "It has the best barbecued-pork sandwich in the world," she claims. Just what we ordinary guys ordered.
With prices of men's clothes still on the rise and the economy sluggish, now's the time to opt for the classics--quality styles that stand the test of time. Here's the rundown on what's making headlines. Suits, sports coats and outerwear: Traditional colors, such as blue and gray, are back and hot; so are the olive hues and forest greens. The silhouette for tailored jackets is soft and slouchy, with sloping shoulders. Double-breasted models now feature a higher button stance and a fit that's close yet comfortable. (The single-breasted three-button jacket is also making a comeback.) For something different, check out the overjacket--an unconstructed, oversized coat that's roomy enough to wear over a sweater or a sports jacket. Earthtoned nubuck or suede car-coat-length outerwear is also a wise buy, as it can be worn with a suit or with jeans. Shirts and sweaters: Look for Nineties versions of the Sixties patchwork sport shirt (see Style on page 28). And for dress shirts, consider soft-collared models in solid blue or white and at least one with French cuffs, because cuff links are once again an important accessory. Layering is one of the sharpest styles this season, but don't run out and buy a new wardrobe just to achieve the look. Instead, mix what you already have--a sports jacket and a chambray shirt, for example--with a new sweater vest. For a no-fail combo, team a textured and patterned cardigan or pullover sweater with melange-tweeded trousers. Shoes and accessories: Pick patterned ties in shades of blue, a pair of green-suede boots and some classic blue-suede dress shoes that Elvis would have envied.
Before We Begin, we want to make some promises: We promise not to refer to any football game as "the mother of" anything. We promise not to compare ineptly thrown footballs to Scud missiles and we will studiously avoid any discussion of General Norman Schwarzkopf's potential as a coach. Further, you won't find a single Zeke Mowatt/Patriot missile joke. And we'll resist any diatribe about N.F.L. commissioner Paul Tagliabue's boo-boo over the Phoenix/Super Bowl site/Martin Luther King, Jr., holiday brouhaha. We also promise not to bore you with the final standings of last spring's first World League of America Football season.
Not Long Ago, on one of his infrequent vacations, William H. Gates III lay soaking up sun on an exotic Brazilian beach, surrounded by a sea of distractions, including Brazil's fabled women. Normally, it would be an idyllic setting for an eligible bachelor, particularly one who is America's youngest self-made multibillionaire. A chance to swim and party with some of the locals--but most of all, a chance to relax and let his mind go blank.
Hollywood began seeing double late in 1989. That's when a hugely voluptuous billboard went up on Sunset Boulevard--a goddess-sized pair of blonde, nearly nude beauties over two mysterious words: Barbi Twins. Who were they? No one seemed to know, but their impact was instant. Dazzled motorists turned Sunset into a small-scale demolition derby. The billboard, stage one of the twins' plan to become world-wide celebrities, had done its work: They were the buzz of a town that buzzes for a living. Now television calls them a "marketing miracle." To the Star tabloid, they are the "high-voltage Barbis with the living-doll looks." Prospective agents and managers look at them and see gold doubloons. To their fans, the Barbis are a double fantasy come to life. And to you, the reader, Shane and Sia Barbi are the latest in a procession of future stars you met right here in Playboy. Who are they? Identical twins from San Diego, 28 years old. "I'm six minutes older," says Shane, the athletic twin. "I'm the young one," says Sia. Both twins call Sia "the sensualist." Physically, they are so similar that their parents can't tell them apart. Mentally, they are as sharp as tacks--which shocks stereotypists who expect buxom blondes to say little more than "duh"--and funny, too. Looking at their photos, Sia says, "Sometimes we can't tell ourselves apart, but if one of us looks a little chubby, that's Shane." Delightful to interview, lovely to view, they're a new binary star over the Hollywood hills. Like most twins, they share a kind of ESP. "We like to finish each other's----" Shane says. "Sentences," says Sia. In 1989 B.C. (before celebrity), they were belly dancers, rotating their hips for $20 tips at Middle East festivals from San Francisco to Washington, D.C. Few California girls belly-dance, but the sultry discipline suited them. "It's hypnotic," says Shane. She can still do a back bend called the Turkish drop and place a halfdozen quarters in a circle around her navel and flip them using nothing but her stomach muscles. Sia isn't quite so adept. "I can do only four quarters," she says, "but I'll let you keep the change." In 1989, they quit performing for small change. The billboard was followed by a poster and a torrid Barbi Twins calendar--too sexy for some stores, says Sia--that outsold 336 of Landmark Calendars' 342 offerings. Soon, Shane and Sia were awash in business--and personal--propositions from agents, producers and at least one amorous rock star. They haven't signed away their futures yet. They're in no hurry; and with their fast start, quick wit and Olympian looks, the world may beat a path to their door.
Danny Glover wants people to notice him. We noticed him in movies such as "The Color Purple," "Places in the Heart," "Silverado," "Predator II," "Lethal Weapon" and "Lethal Weapon II," the miniseries "Lonesome Dove" and HBO's "Mandela." We also noticed his passion when discussing issues of color. Glover is a winner of the NAACP Image Award and a member of the Black Filmmakers Hall of Fame. He's also a community activist who takes one month a year to speak to children and young adults about education, drug abuse and other issues. Contributing Editor David Rensin met with Glover in Los Angeles during the filming of Lawrence Kasdan's "Grand Canyon," due later this year. Says Rensin, "Glover had just waked up after a tough night shoot. He sprawled in a comfortable sofa chair, wearing jeans, a hotel bathrobe and a greenish herbal face mask that covered his cheeks, chin and neck. It didn't seem to inhibit his responses."
Global warming has given certain fashion accessories an entirely new sense of purpose. With winter less daunting, scarves are coming in from the cold and are now being tied or tucked into the collar of a sports jacket. Rich solid-colored scarves and scarves with bright abstract prints bring a visual punch to subtle earth tones, slate grays and blues.Washed or brushed silk with a twill or Jacquard weave is the fabric to choose, because it looks sharp and feels great against your skin. We also like scarves that are about 54 inches long. Why? Because too short a length doesn't give you the option of jauntily flinging one end over your shoulder, as Bob Cratchit does in A Christmas Carol--in case old man winter decides to return with a vengeance.