Playboy has polled its readers about sex nearly every decade since Hugh Hefner first covered the Kinsey Report in the 1963 Playboy Philosophy. Like most research, including the University of Chicago's recently published Sex in America study, our previous efforts focused on the U.S. But times have changed. In the Nineties, we think globally about business, politics, the environment. So why not sex? Tapping our worldwide resources, we asked the editors of Playboy's foreign editions to publish a comprehensive questionnaire that we also used in a sampling of the U.S. edition. The result is Playboy's International Sex Survey (illustrated by Dolores Fairman), an unprecedented look at the sexuality of men around the world. While we were pulling the responses together, Hefner reminded us that "the nature of sex research is ongoing, never final. Surveys are about sexual communication." The communicants who brought you this one are writer Kate Nolan, Associate Editor Barbara Nellis and Foreign Editions Liaison Mary Nastos.
Playboy, (ISSN 0032-1478), February 1995, Volume 42, Number 2. 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; One Sansome Street, Suite 1900, San Franciso, CA 94104; Detroit: 2000 Town Center, Suite 1900, Southfield, MI 48075; South: Zimmerman & Associates, 2221 Peachtree Road NE, Suite 10. Atlanta, GA 30309.
Tommy Lee Jones both chews the scenery and hits a grand-slam homer in Cobb (Warner Bros.). As baseball's Ty Cobb, who was "the greatest ballplayer, also the greatest bastard" in the history of the game, Jones invests his role with almost Shakespearean fury. Robert Wuhl ably plays second banana Al Stump, the sportswriter and biographer whose recollections of his harrowing encounters with Cobb inspired the movie. Unlike writer-director Ron Shelton's Bull Durham and White Men Can't Jump, this vitriolic piece is not a mellow sports pic. Cobb's feats on the diamond are legendary. Fans may be less aware that he became rich through investments and gave financial support to some less fortunate ballplayers. But he also earned a reputation as a racist and a violent, misogynistic bully. Shelton's story follows Cobb on his way to be honored at Cooperstown's Hall of Fame, accompanied by Stump, whom he frequently threatens to shoot. While Cobb is more a mesmerizing ego trip than entertainment, it's still a winner. [rating]3-1/2 bunnies[/rating]
His new movie is Speechless. But director Ron Underwood, 40, speaks out against the idea that this romantic comedy starring Geena Davis and Michael Keaton was inspired by the Matalin-Carville duo of married political foes. Acknowledging similarities, Ron points out: "The script was written before that romance came to public attention. Maybe this proves that our premise has truth behind it--about love and competition. It could just as well be about two people in the textile or advertising industries."
Hard to believe, but time was when TV dramas were more than just disease-of-the-week weepers or spins on the Tonya--Nancy saga. Check out how today's stars got their breaks in TV's golden age. (All tapes from Rhino Video, 800-432-0020.)
So what makes Jonathan Winters, the master of improvisation, laugh? Laurel and Hardy. "They're still the funniest guys around," says Maude Frickert's alter ego, "and I never tire of watching the Marx Brothers, either." Winters is likewise partial to the decidedly unfunny One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Ship of Fools and The Ox-Bow Incident, as well as to the films of Alec Guinness, such as Kind Hearts and Coronets and The Lavender Hill Mob. But whatever you do, don't get him started on Gene Autry flicks. "Cowboys just shouldn't sing," he insists. "They should either shoot the Indians or join them--not sing to them. That'll only make them mad."
Everybody must get Stoned. On the heels of Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers comes a Pioneer Special Editions release of his Oscar-winning Vietnam saga, Platoon, which includes commentary by Stone and military advisor Dale Dye. Also from Pioneer and Stone: a wide-screen edition of The Doors.... Two 1944 flicks from Preston Sturges arrive on disc this month, paired as a double feature from MCA/Universal. Fans eager to own Hail the Conquering Hero, Sturges' biting take on World War Two heroism, now get the lesser The Great Moment (a seriocomic tale of a 19th century dentist) in the bargain. To a Sturges archivist, the package means savings. But some of us prefer to pick our own double bills, thanks.
Pete Dexter's new novel, The Paperboy (Random House), is a dark meditation on the responsibilities of the news media. It is also a tale about the powerful relationships between a father and his two sons. But most of all, this riveting novel is about the burden of guilty knowledge, the way a lie insidiously devours the place where it is embedded.
High on the overhanging cliff, a willowy young woman in a sports bra and purple tights clings to the rock by her fingertips. She has been gracefully inching up for the past 20 minutes and is now only a few feet from the top, but it is obvious that her biceps are starting to flame out. Hanging by one exhausted arm, she gropes blindly for the next handhold, locates it and clamps three fingers around a bump no wider than a doorjamb. Her body trembles from the strain of holding on. She glances down at the void beneath her, fixes her gaze resolutely upward, then lunges for the final hold. At the apogee of her leap she is still two inches short. Her hand claws at the smooth rock, but there is nothing to grab. She is falling.
On Veterans Day a few years ago I was invited by the local chapter of the Sigma Phi fraternity to speak at Cornell University. I took the gig happily because I enjoy talking with students, but I also wanted to see the place where one of my good friends, a Cornell graduate, had lived during his college years.
I am so lonely I could die. I wake up, realize I don't have a boyfriend and put my head in the oven. I go to the supermarket, fill my cart with Lean Cuisine entrees for one, then am too demoralized to let the cashier see the pathetic contents of my cart, so I slink away. I go to parties, night classes, museums, various clubs and mixers with my eyelashes curled hopefully and am wracked with disappointment to find only more hopeful women with curled eyelashes. I go to dinner parties and my throat seizes up with envy watching the happy couples who are my friends. My nights are long with longing.
For months I've tried unsuccessfully to break up with my girlfriend. My brother told me he once ended an unwanted relationship by throwing the woman on his bed, ravishing her, then callously tossing her out. Trying my brother's technique, I invited my girlfriend over. I've never been so rough with a woman or so mean to her afterward. The scheme failed miserably. Early the next morning she was on the phone telling me what a wonderful time she'd had the night before. When I'm nice to her she phones less frequently, but when I'm curt, rude or just plain nasty she calls me constantly. What do you suggest?--N.A., Virginia Beach, Virginia.
At 44, Nadine Strossen is the youngest-ever president of the American Civil Liberties Union and its first female leader. At the helm of the ACLU for four years now, Strossen, a Harvard Law School graduate, is also a professor of constitutional law at New York Law School. She is one of the most articulate and visible defenders of the First Amendment. During any given week you might hear her on Pat Buchanan's radio show arguing against prayer in public schools, debating "The Washington Times" conservative columnist Bruce Fein on the Pornography Victims Compensation Act or opposing antifeminist Phyllis Schlafly on a panel at Yale University. Despite that schedule, she has found time to write her first book: "Defending Pornography: Free Speech, Sex and the Fight for Women's Rights." In it, Strossen exposes the strategies of antipornography feminists such as Andrea Dworkin and Catharine MacKinnon--whom she often refers to collectively as MacDworkin--as well as their far-right fundamentalist Christian sympathizers. It is a powerful bit of scholarship--and quite alarming.
Last year crime was the hot-button issue for politicians. This year it will be illegal immigration. For a while it seemed the issue would be welfare reform, but because 70 percent of the people on welfare are children, that topic is of limited use to vote-seekers. Besides, the parents of those children may not be rich, but they can vote. The nice thing about using illegal immigration as a political bludgeon is that the people who stand to suffer most can't vote. Be tough without pissing off any voters? It's a politician's wet dream.
<p>Long-legged and lean, clad in mechanic's coveralls, his hair slicked back, eyes hidden behind Wayfarer shades, Tim Robbins is a figure of both solitude and magnetism, a vision of cool as he stands outside the Hopewell, New Jersey service station that doubles this day as a movie location.</p>
He hires a limousine to take her to dinner and brings chilled champagne with two glasses. Just for the fun of it. He cares about the quality of his life. And hers. He reads Playboy because he appreciates it quest for the excellent. When it comes to nightlife, one of every nine men who dines out is a Playboy reader. He is a man who differentiates between the extraordinary and the mundane. What sort of man reads Playboy? One who wants the best out of life. (Source: 1994 Spring MRI.)
In 1993 Playboy undertook a unique sex survey. We asked readers often foreign editions (plus our own) to respond to a questionnaire. This international survey was a logical response to cultural shifts taking place all over the world--the rise of Asia and the fall of communism, new national boundaries, open borders and a rosy future for free enterprise. With new editions in Poland, the Czech Republic and Hungary, Playboy was among the first U.S. companies to launch capitalist ventures in post-communist Europe. Until now, no one has reported on the sexual frontiers of the new world order. To us, it seems about time.
Julie Lynn Cialini--you'll remember her as Miss February 1994 (below)--limps off a helicopter after flying in from her photo shoot on Catalina Island. That's right, limps. She laughs her big laugh when we mention that she has the most beautiful bum leg we've ever seen. "I tore some ligaments while I was doing a photo shoot at a water slide in Las Vegas," she says. "Just got the cast off!" Her leg is going to be fine--well, you can see that it is already fine, but it'll carry her around perfectly well, too. And not a moment too soon, because she's now striding coolly in Dian Parkinson's high-heeled shoes as one of the presenters on a new version of The Price Is Right, hosted by Doug Davidson (above left). "I'm really excited about it," Julie says. "Now there's a daytime Price Is Right and a nighttime one, too. There are different casts and sets, but it's basically the same game." Then Julie cuts to the important stuff: "The nighttime show has better prizes--boats and things--the girls are a little younger and the clothing will be a little more revealing." Julie Lynn Cialini, come on down!
In white plains, Keller sat in the kitchen with Dot for 20 minutes. The TV was on, tuned to one of the home-shopping channels. "I watch all the time," Dot said. "I never buy anything. What do I want with cubic zirconium?"
She was as sophisticated as a Cole Porter lyric, as refreshing as chilled champagne. When she was introduced to the public in the autumn of 1933, she captured the imagination of men across the country. She was the work of George Petty, a Louisiana-born commercial artist who learned to wield an airbrush while working in his father's photo studio in Chicago. His leggy creation made her debut in Esquire's first issue, and she was fated to outshine all the illustrated ladies of the day. The Petty Girl initially (text concluded on page 147) The Petty Girl(continued from page 79) appeared in a conventional cartoon format, complete with a fat-man foil and art deco backgrounds. As her popularity grew, her creator dispensed with the secondary characters. She was most often drawn talking on the telephone with an unseen admirer. Her identification with the phone was so strong people joked that she had invented it. She soon appeared in ads for cigarettes, bathing suits and silk stockings, and graduated to full pinup status in magazines. Starting in 1939 Esquire's readers were treated to a monthly two-page gatefold of the Petty Girl. In a tribute published that year, Life magazine called her "the feminine ideal of American men."
Some guys have all the luck. Not only is Australian-born actor Costas Mandylor starring in one of TV's most acclaimed series, Picket Fences, but he also has the romantic lead in Zalman King's soon-to-be-released Delta of Venus, a film based on the erotic book by Anaïs Nin. We asked him to kick back in some of spring's sexiest new looks--supple polished leather and suede jackets that go great with T-shirts, sweaters, Seventies disco shirts and tank tops. When worn with a dress shirt and tie, most of the jackets pictured here can double as blazers. Man, oh Mandylor, you look cool.
Talk with Lisa Marie Scott for any length of time, and the conversation turns to ballet--to Russian ballerina Ekaterina Maximova, La Bayadère, the Joffrey Ballet's Astarte and occasionally to more recognizable names such as Mikhail Baryshnikov or Swan Lake. "It's more than a hobby," says this tiny, buoyant achiever as she shovels sugar into her coffee at a restaurant near her home in southern California. But then, her résumé has already made it clear that Lisa can do a mean pas de deux: In her teens she won awards and scholarships, danced on stages from Japan to Switzerland to Los Angeles and studied with Maximova. Now, at the age of 20, Lisa is retiring her leotards and toe shoes. Though her defection may be a loss to the world of ballet, it's a boon to those of us who don't hang around dance studios or concert halls. "To be honest, I quit because of the weight requirement," says Lisa. "To get that true ballet look, I had to get down to about 85 pounds, and even then I felt like I wasn't skinny enough. I had to ask, Do I enjoy it enough to sacrifice everything else in my life? I couldn't keep on doing that to my body." She smiles wistfully. "I do miss it, though, and I still try to dance with local groups."
This automotive year is shaping up as one of the best in a decade. Sixteen million new cars will be sold Stateside. Domestic manufacturers are gaining on top-selling Japanese imports, and Audi, Porsche and other German companies have sharply slashed prices. To keep you straight on the developments, Playboy has once again assembled an all-star panel to assess the best 1995 automobiles in a variety of categories. And for the fifth consecutive year, we present Playboy's Car of the Year award. Hottest Pocket Rocket: Right from the start, our panel's vote was mixed, but Acura's Integra GS-R took the lead. Said Motor Trend editor-at-large Don Sherman: "The (text continued on page 112) littlest Acura has an engine full of Formula One technology. With an 8200-rpm redline, this rice rocket sizzles hotter than steaming sake." Car and Driver columnist Brock Yates agreed: "The GS-R's free-winding, seven-jillion-rpm motor and roller-skate handling make the rest of the cars in the field feel like your father's Oldsmobile." Playboy's Modern Living Editor David Stevens cast his vote for the GS-R, though he liked the Mitsubishi Eclipse too. "The GS-R is faster, but the Eclipse has that great rounded ass end. It's the Cindy Crawford of sports coupes." Playboy Contributing Automotive Editor Ken Gross agreed. "The first-generation Eclipse redefined the tiny-terror class overnight. The 1995 model is faster, sexier and more powerful." Motorweek's John Davis preferred the Eclipse without all-wheel-drive. "I still enjoy having the torque-steer of the turbo motor wrestling me a bit for the wheel," he remarked. On another track altogether, Indy champ Al Unser Jr. voted for his Marlboro--Penske Mercedes race car, saying, "If you drove it, you would know why."
It was a weekend, strangely enough, when sports utility vehicles dominated the headlines in two different countries. In America, O.J. Simpson made his run in a white Ford Bronco. In the U.K., Richard Branson lost control of his Range Rover after a car swerved in front of him--it flipped over and skittered across four lanes of traffic, nearly killing his family. In both countries, everyone seemed to be transfixed by the fate of a national hero.
<p>Now in his fifth season as a regular on "Saturday Night Live," David Spade has elevated backbiting and sarcasm to high comedy. To be sure, he slams both celebrities and working stiffs, including flight attendants and the employees of a major clothing chain. Spade himself "bailed from college to do stand-up," rising to be, as he puts it, the "number two or three comic" in his native Arizona. He insists that he was voted the top performer on the state's comedy club circuit in absentia. By that time he had followed the stand-up trail to California. When "SNL" producer Lorne Michaels scouted the West Coast for new talent, he discovered Spade and fellow "SNL" cast members Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider residing in the same Hollywood zip code.</p>
Sure, screen savers prevent images on your computer monitor from burning in when your PC is left idle. But they're also entertaining--and a source of serious envy. If you have floating spheres on your monitor, for example, and the guy in the next office has Homer Simpson chomping chocolate, it's time to get with the program. Screen savers featuring stars from TV, movies, magazines and more are flying off software store shelves like a pack of winged toasters. Some keep it simple, offering a selection of still images that fade in and out at random, while others combine audio, animation and video. The more elaborate titles require heavy-duty memory, but they're worth the RAM. After all, which would you rather eyeball: the more than 400 photos plus video contained on the Playboy Multimedia Screen Saver or the Energizer Bunny?
There was a time when the only woman in America who admitted to being 40 was Linda Evans. Then came Joan Collins, the ultimate timepiece. And thus Aaron Spelling, in creating TV's Dynasty, made the world safe for 40-year-olds. Suddenly, older women--Jane, Raquel, Lauren--were coming out of closets all over America. Better yet, they were wearing short skirts and high heels and had bodies that were aging like wine, not vinegar. Forty became something to be flaunted, not fled from. If you need more evidence, consider the photos on these pages or ask the 2500 women who submitted letters and photos to Playboy to try for a spot in this pictorial.
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Lingerie for Valentine's Day is the gift that keeps on giving. But while you might like to see the receiver wearing next to nothing, it's a good bet she prefers sexy undergarments and loungewear that leave something to the imagination--especially if it's the first time you're giving her such an intimate present. Don't have time to shop the stores? Custom-made fancy corsets with charmeuse trim, such as the one pictured below in the upper left-hand corner, are available from Jolie Belts and Fashions, a company in Los Angeles that creates similar garments as costumes for movie studios. By the way, that black chiffon teddy you've already eyeballed at the bottom of the page is from our own Romantics by Playboy line of sexy lingerie. Our heart goes out to you.