It's July. Get comfortable, chill out and slip into Playboy. You'll find new rules for dating, tips for grilling, cool drinks, spicy visuals, even the right sandals. Our Patti Davis feature, The First Daughter, will knock those sandals right off. Freedom of expression was never as big with the GOP as it is with Patti. For years she has fought to be her own woman, and in these photos she shows just how far she's come (text by Michael Angeli, photography by Arny Freytag). Patti also weighs in with Safe Sex, a racy meditation about eroticism. In order to smooth the way from dating to sex, you'll need to know that the protocol has changed. For help with the new etiquette, see Tracey Pepper'sFinally--The Rules of Dating, with illustration by Paul Zwolak. Once you have the dating and sex stuff sorted out, the hard work begins. You're going to have to communicate better with your mate. Clarissa Pinkola Estés has looked at this issue with such insight and candor that her book Women Who Run With the Wolves grabbed female readers by the millions. In Clarissa Explains It All, Estés has a message for men. Writer Gene Stone took it down.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), July 1994, Volume 41. Number 7. Published Monthly by Playboy, 680 North Lake Shore Drive, Chicago, Illinois 60611. Subscriptions: $29.97 for 12 issues, U.S. Canada, $43.97 for 12 issues. All other foreign, $45 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 and allow 45 days for change. Postmaster: Send form 3579 to Playboy, P.O. Box 2007, Harlan, Iowa 51537-4007. Advertising: New York: 730 Fifth Avenue, New York 10019; Chicago: 680 North Lake Shore Drive, Chicago 60611; West Coast: 9242 Beverly Boulevard, Beverly Hills, CA 90210; Metropolitan Publishers Representatives, Inc.: Atlanta: 3017 Piedmont Road NE, Suite 100, Atlanta, GA 30305; Miami: 2500 South Dixie Highway, Miami, FL 33133; Tampa: 3016 Mason Place, Tampa, FL 33629.
The Ghost of Carry Nation must be doing somersaults. Not only have distilled spirits staged a vigorous comeback in the Nineties after years of low sales, but recent studies reported in The New England Journal of Medicine show that moderate alcohol consumption can reduce the risk of heart disease. We knew a couple of drinks a day couldn't be bad for you.
Whatta Speech Department: 4 Non Blondes' Linda Perry's acceptance speech at the Bay Area Music Awards was short: "I'm just a big dyke and I love to play music." Bigger, Better, Faster, More! went platinum on the charts, so Perry can say anything she wants.
A Lesbian society in which women meet, make out, mate or move on is the subject of Go Fish (Samuel Goldwyn), a romantic comedy that's probably not for everyone. Director Rose Troche undoubtedly aims to please gay audiences in spelling out the love story of Max (Guinevere Turner, also Troche's co-author and co-producer) and Ely (V.S. Brodie). Plain, lanky Ely is declared "homely" by Max at first sight, but their initial casual encounter blossoms as mutual friends promote a merger. Shot in elementary black-and-white, with a soundtrack that tends to go fuzzy, Go Fish was a hot ticket at this year's Sundance Festival, and comes out wearing a carefree smile. [rating]2 bunnies[/rating]
He has recently been heating up big screens around the country as Madonna's leading man in Dangerous Game, followed by Bad Girls with Madeleine Stowe and Drew Barrymore. "In that," says James Russo, 37, "I play Kid Jarrett. I'm the romantic villain, an 1860s outlaw with a 12-inch twang. It's my 27th film." While Game got a cool reception from critics, Russo says, "Madonna was great. We have a very similar sense of humor."
Just when you thought the late-night wars were settling down, heeere's Johnny!--again. Buena Vista's Johnny Carson: His Favorite Moments From "The Tonight Show" is a four-volume collection of sketches, bloopers and TV magic from Carson's 30-year reign as king of the night. Crammed with clips selected by Carson himself (including Robin Williams' debut, Tiny Tim's wedding and Ed Ames' perfectly placed tomahawk toss), the boxed set tracks the show decade by decade, with the last tape dedicated entirely to The Final Show: America Says Farewell. Not forever, apparently.
In honor of its 70th anniversary, MGM/UA is offering a new three-disc Our Gang Comedies package--crammed with six hours of vintage Stymie, Spanky, Alfalfa and Darla action--for just under $100. Also available: a 35th-anniversary edition of William Wyler's Ben-Hur ($99.98) in CAV, complete with a making-of documentary that zooms in on the famed chariot race.... Disc fans on a budget will be delighted with two $34.95 classics from Columbia TriStar: a remastered and restored version of The Wild One (see "Video Rebels") and a letter-boxed version of Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Both benefit from digital transfers and include original theatrical trailers.
"Like Water for Chocolate and Reservoir Dogs," says Brooklyn homegirl and 1994 Oscar nominee (for Fearless) Rosie Perez about her favorite recent flicks on tape. "They're two extremes: love you, hate you. Oh, and True Romance. I liked that one a lot, too. But, God, there were so many good movies last year." Perez doesn't fawn over current releases alone. "I love Barbara Stanwyck movies," she says. "Especially the one where she plays the invalid woman stuck in bed, and Burt Lancaster is her husband--Sorry, Wrong Number. I also like Dial M for Murder. Oooh, and musicals, like Meet Me in St. Louis. And Fred Astaire's films. My favorites are Top Hat and Easter Parade." What, no Tree Grows in Brooklyn?
PC users with a penchant for cataloging everything can now add home-viewing libraries to their list. Thanks to the newest wave of video guides on disk, selecting the perfect living room feature is as easy as A-B-CD-ROM. Some recent releases:
Brilliant historical re-creations have set novelist E.L. Doctorow apart from his peers. In The Book of Daniel, Ragtime, World's Fair and Billy Bathgate, real lives were reimagined. This time, in The Waterworks (Random House), the most vivid character isn't Harry Houdini or Dutch Schultz, it's New York City in 1871.
The prostate gland is a small, mysterious organ. It sits beneath a man's bladder. It's about the size of a golf ball and has the consistency of putty. All men are born with one, though medical science is unable to explain why. One of its functions is the creation of a major component of ejaculatory fluid. The obscure prostate doesn't seem to do much else--except cause trouble.
As a lifelong gym rat, I know that my health club is the only place where I can totally relax. I am not socially graceful, I hate corporate politics and office procedures, I stay away from meetings and conventions and other contemporary functions and I have never dressed for success. In other words, I am a Cro-Magnon misfit. But my club? My club is the place where I can shine in all my delinquent joy and where I get to be the slob I really am.
Just brace yourself," my sister told me. It was about our father. I was as braced as I could get. Sick with dread, rigid with fear, but braced. I watched the bleak winter landscape of Pennsylvania whiz by, the landscape of my childhood. I felt my grown-up persona ebbing. I became more infantile by the mile.
One day when I was alone in my new girlfriend's apartment, I discovered a strap-on dildo in her dresser drawer. At first I was surprised, but that quickly turned to delight as I pondered the possibility of fulfilling my greatest fantasy: to make love to two women at the same time. Since then I have hinted at the idea of a threesome, but my girlfriend dismisses the idea, saying it would harm our relationship. I haven't told her that I'm aware of her toy because I don't want to ruin a great relationship. But I have to find out if she goes both ways. How should I do this? Should I forget it and let her tell me if and when she feels like it?--B. A., Oxford, Ohio.
Clearly, America has a problem with its legal system: By the year 2000, we will have a million lawyers. Most people agree there are too many lawyers. In one poll published by the National Law Journal, 73 percent of those asked said as much.
"Close your eyes for a moment and remember the last time you had an orgasm. At the moment of climax, how many of you were thinking about a lovely walk on the beach, or a bouquet of balloons? Be honest. Beach walking is a really nice romantic fantasy, and so are sunsets, dinners for two and a bearskin rug in front of a blazing fireplace. But as erotic fantasies that get us off, they don't often come up. The highest levels of arousal are reached with thoughts that frighten us, anger us, overwhelm us. What is awful, what is forbidden, what is taboo, what is dreaded, is exactly what is erotic--up to a point."
A lot of the sex in mainstream movies serves as unintentional sex education. And frankly, I'm worried. Fifteen minutes into Sliver, Sharon Stone takes off her clothes and steps into a bath. Within moments her calming soak is a white-water experience: She thrashes around, rolls from side to side, grimaces, claws at her own skin--all with a look so pained I figured she was trying to free her toe from the spigot. Wrong. She's masturbating! Why didn't I know this? Maybe because she doesn't appear to be having any fun.
<p>A youngish man who looks like a graduate student sits on the floor of his unpretentious dormlike room, spooning Thai noodles from a plastic container. His glasses are smudged, his clothes are wrinkled, his hair is tousled like a boy's. But when he talks, people listen. Certainly no person on the campus can talk about the future, as he does, with the riveting authority of someone who not only knows what's in store for tomorrow but is a major force in shaping that future as well.</p>
Rush Limbaugh lasted 54 weeks, Katharine Hepburn made it for 30 weeks and Charles Kuralt, 23. But Clarissa Pinkola Estés, an unknown Latina psychologist with a passion for fairy tales, beat them all. Her book Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype is in its 87th week on the New York Times best-seller list and is still going strong.
If You Want to score points with this Australian, don't greet her with the traditional g'day. October 1988 Playmate Shannon Long would rather say "O-hayo gozaimasu"--that's Japanese for good morning. Not that Shannon thinks she's turning Japanese. The alluring Aussie wants to learn the language of her region's largest economic power, so she attends night school after her day job as a computer specialist. Smart sheila. Since her appearance here, back when America was infected with Crocodile Dundee fever, the now 25-year-old Queensland native went on her own brand of walkabout and made some changes. She took a break from modeling and moved to South Australia before returning north to the Gold Coast. "I don't really sun-bake anymore," she says. She has also forsaken her former love of fast driving: "I started cycling down south. Now when I get in a car I think, What are all these people rushing about for? They're suicidal maniacs."
While many vintage cigar-box labels immortalized masculine themes such as dogs, guns, sports and celebrities, it was the voluptuous image of the late-19th-century female that invariably caught the eye of the smoker. Nothing subliminal about it, either. In those pre-humidified days, cigar boxes were displayed on countertops with their lids open. They were mini-billboards, ready to snag the consumer. Eager for a hand-rolled smoke, which would you gravitate toward--a cigar box showing Johnny Appleseed or one displaying the bare-breasted woman of your dreams? Although cigar-box labels have been around since 1837, the early ones were expensive to produce and crude in appearance. Consequently, all of this sensual cigar-box art might not have existed were it not for government intervention. In an attempt to acquire every possible tax dollar to help the Civil War effort, the Revenue Act of 1863 mandated that all cigars--even those that had been previously bundled--be packed in boxes so they would be easier to affix with a tax stamp. It didn't take long for some enterprising individuals to figure out that the box lid was a natural advertising space. Cigar-box art was given another boost a few years later by the introduction of chromolithography, a process that permitted as many as 30 different colors to be imprinted on a single sheet of paper. Some of the world's finest artists were lured to the medium, and naturally, female figure studies soon followed.
Good News: Cluster dating is dead. People have realized that roving in packs and pairing up at the end of an evening is too uncertain, too uninspiring and too damned unromantic. As college becomes a memory and our taste improves, we naturally want to gain control of our sex lives and go out with another person alone. As usual, women figured this out first because, well, we engineered it.
July Playmate Traci Adell will always carry a bit of Memphis in her heart, and most days she's downright homesick. But then, some ambitions are just too big for one place to hold. The day she grabbed her hard-earned political science degree from Memphis State, this wide-eyed adventurer headed west to establish herself as a businesswoman, inventor, model and actress.
After a day of grueling maneuvers under the blazing Texas sun, the platoon stood in formation in front of the barracks. "All right, ladies, think about this," bellowed the drill instructor. "If you could have ten minutes alone, right now, with anyone in theworld, who would it be?"
Around noon on Friday, March 4, 1994, police sharpshooters on the roof of the Escambia County courthouse put their binoculars on David Gunn Jr. and his family as they walked toward the Piccadilly restaurant in downtown Pensacola. The Gunn clan had been in court all week, watching and listening as Michael Griffin, a 32-year-old chemical plant worker, stood trial. The prosecution was trying to prove that, almost exactly a year before, Griffin had murdered Dr. David Gunn by shooting him three times in the back as he left his car to begin a Monday schedule of abortions in a Pensacola clinic called Women's Medical Services.
If there's one thing American women will admit American men can still do better, it's barbecue. Which is why the great barbecue chefs in this country have names like Sonny or Bubba, not Sharon or Lurleen. The open fire pit remains a primordial man's world. Fortunately, the stuff we grill has gotten more refined. Barbecue fare now includes not only ribs and steaks but also slow-cooked smoked game, seafood and vegetables. What's more, barbecue is just as likely to be accompanied by martinis on a silver tray as by a keg of beer in a washtub.
Two months ago, while gnawing on a bratwurst, I suddenly realized that none of my friends had any respect for my intellect. Although I was highly regarded as a parent, a husband, a journalist and a leader in community recycling programs, I could no longer deny that my friends viewed me as a curmudgeonly old bore who never had anything original or interesting to say. This disturbed me to no end.
Fashion Designers have figured out what Reebok and Converse have known all along: Guys love sports threads. Donna Karan has warm-up jackets and running pants in her DKNY lineup. Ralph Lauren has gone the cycling route with bike shirts and windbreakers. Even Giorgio Armani has given his classic polo an athletic zip front. But aren't these designer versions purely for posers? Definitely not. In fact, they're made with the same fabrics that toughen traditional athletic wear and keep you cool and dry. Of course, if you still need proof that they're the real deal, check out how Paul Caligiuri, Frank Klopas, Cobi Jones and Chris Henderson of the 1994 U.S. national soccer team put the best of the best to the test.
The Physical resemblance to her mom and dad is strong. She has the Great Communicator's good hairand Lincolnesque stature along with his happy Buddha peepers, eyes you might encounter in the late stages of a picnic, when the sun sinks and the beer's flat, but, ah, the memories. From her mother, Patti inherited the flowerpot shape of her jaw and her white teeth. She also has Nancy's edgy smile, which her mother--a.k.a. the Dragon Lady--uses to ward off the less cunning.
She couldn't stop thinking about it--John Wayne Bobbitt's penis lying in a field. It haunted her. She wondered what the weather had been like that day. Had it rained? Was the field muddy? Did they have to brush dirt off of it? Pick out stubborn pieces of gravel that had become embedded in the soft flesh? And how soft was it? If it was flaccid when Lorena cut it off, did it get more so as the blood drained out of it?
Today's portable computers have half the weight and double the power of models introduced only two years ago. Features are multiplying, too. Thanks to built-in fax modems, wireless technology and new intuitive software, a portable will enable you to stay on top of the job any time, anywhere. It won't cost a fortune, either, because electronics manufacturers are cutting the prices of computers-to-go, in some cases by more than $1000. That means the same superfast, micromini color portable that would have cost you $3300 a year ago can now be yours for about $2000.
When one high-profile prosecutor feuds with another, the dispute makes headlines. Michael Moriarty, who played Assistant District Attorney Ben Stone in NBC's "Law & Order," found himself in a real battle with Attorney General Janet Reno. The issue: television violence. Reno has strongly urged the television industry to curb its representations of mayhem, which, she feels, contribute to the violence plaguing the country today. Moriarty believes that police dramas and action movies do nothing of the kind. And he feels that Reno and some in Congress are proposing nothing less than censorship. He insists that the government will, if it succeeds, have legislated limits on both artistic freedom and the right of individuals to choose their preferred forms o f entertainment.
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Credits: Photography by: P. 3 Robert Asahina, Patty Beaudet (2), Kenneth Chen, Steve Conway, Arny Freytag, Chuck Gallyon, Andrew Goldman, Ron Mesaros (3), Rob Rich (2), Michael Salvin, Loni Specter; P. 10 Freytag; P. 22 Robert Zuckerman; P. 26 Frederic De Lafosse/Sygma; P. 32 Theo Westenberger; P. 85 James Imbrogno; P. 135 Richard Izui; P. 165 Izui.
With casual-Friday policies becoming increasingly popular (see our May issue), it's no surprise that the laid-back approach to dressing has reached the feet. In fact, this summer, the top choice in footwear for the office and the streets is the ultracomfortable fisherman sandal. Closed at the toe and sporting a side buckle, this strapped style is considered dressy enough for the latest linen suits--even when worn without socks. Consider sandals that are fully lined in leather and feature either flat or lug-type soles, such as the ones shown below by Susan Bennis Warren Edwards and by Maraolo. Or, if going barefoot isn't your bag, wear white sport socks. Just be sure to lose the socks when you switch to shorts.