Call it a tale of a cheesehead and a knucklehead. Though the game may look the same, Brett Favre plays under a different set of rules than when Frank Gifford ruled the gridiron. Sports today are more personal than ever, and the cajun QB for the Green Bay Packers knows what it's like to live under scrutiny. The franchise player in our sports-crazy issue, Favre goes deep in a West Coast-style Playboy Interview with Kevin Cook. Favre talks about how he beat the painkiller Vicodin, won the Super Bowl and, in the same year, saw his brother go to jail for felony DUI. Earlier this year, flight attendant Suzen Johnson found herself on the receiving end of a pass from Frank Gifford, husband to perkier-than-thou Kathie Lee. Now Johnson tells writer Pat Booth how Frank tried to set her backfield in motion and shows off the moves that snared him. We have an exclusive pictorial--you're not surprised.
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A teenybopper named Wendy (Christina Ricci) puts on a Nixon mask while fooling around with a neighborhood boy in New Canaan, Connecticut. The year is 1973, and the sexual revolution is in full swing in James Schamus' compelling adaptation of The Ice Storm (Fox Searchlights) from the novel by Rick Moody. In the suburbs, everyone is trying to get with it, especially Wendy's confused parents: Kevin Kline as Ben Hood, whose wife (Joan Allen) is reading Jonathan Livingston Seagull and sulking about Ben's affair with Janey Carver (Sigourney Weaver), another friendly neighbor. In their somewhat feverish effort to stay hip and liberated, most of the grown-ups appear at a wife-swapping "key party." If The Ice Storm lacks for anything, it's a lighter touch. While everything else--from Watergate to water beds to wide collars--smacks of the Seventies era, there's a mordant humor to the movie that seems to deny the notion that anyone was actually having a good time in 1973. Of course, Moody's morality tale is told from the perspective of youngsters growing up while their privileged parents regress--floundering through life in search of liberation or self-fulfillment. This biting tragicomedy was selected to open the current New York Film Festival and ought to launch the fall season with artistic potency and prestige. [rating]4 bunnies[/rating]
The Swiss-born golden boy of French cinema, Vincent Perez, 33, is on the fast track to international stardom. Already singled out by Paris Match and People magazines as being sexiest and/or most beautiful, he shrugs off the sex-symbol hype: "It's just fun . . . a game you have to play." Working in America has polished his language since he spoke English in The Crow: City of Angels. In the imminent Swept From the Sea, based on a Joseph Conrad story, he's a shipwrecked Ukrainian sailor making waves in England with Rachel Weisz. Perez' status as a great screen lover was enhanced when he played the reluctant swain in Cyrano, topped by stints opposite some of movie-dom's most fabled French and English beauties: Catherine Deneuve in Indochine, Polly Walker in Talk of Angels and Isabelle Adjani in Queen Margot, a worldwide hit which he recalls as "a great time."
So Buddha walks by as I'm watching a televised chart of the Dow as it approached 8300 this past August 7. We are at the health club, and we both start chuckling at the graph on the TV screen. Only last April the Dow was under 6400. Nineteen hundred points straight up in a mere four months is a heady trip and a feat to be admired.
The most uncomfortable moment on a first date is figuring out how liberated a woman is when it comes to paying the bill. Some become annoyed if you pick up the check. Others get annoyed if you don't. Are there telltale signs that a woman of the Nineties wants you to pay? Why can't it be like the old days, when it wasn't considered sexist if the man took care of everything? It could get expensive, but at least we weren't left guessing.--R.R., Valrico, Florida
There is a Dixie Youth Baseball league (for those under 12 years old) in the small Alabama town of Lillian. The Barracudas were a team sponsored by C&J Video, the local movie rental store. David Bryan, the owner, had been sponsoring the team for four years. His being the only video place in town, you'd think folks would have been reasonably familiar with his business.
Seems only yesterday that then-Senator James Exon (D-Neb.) was passing around dirty pictures from the Internet to his cronies on Capitol Hill. Those digital downloads inspired the Communications Decency Act--that ill-conceived attempt to clean up cyberspace and make it safe for children, or for childlike minds. A full-blown media panic had created the specter of adults seducing children in chat rooms and exposing youngsters to the vilest pornographic images, thereby creating sexual monsters. The technological revolution, it was said, threatened parents' right to educate their children about sex in their own way. Cyberspace was as insidious as air pollution or secondhand smoke. Even if parents pulled the plug on America Online, the neighbors' kids might still be wired and downloading Debbie Does Long Dong Silver.
When the Supreme Court failed to overturn the Telecommunications Act of 1996, Section 505, which restricts the hours for televised adult programming, we took the issue to our readers. We posted an explanation on our Web site, along with a request for feedback. Apparently, we weren't the only ones outraged.
President Clinton is crusading for a national kiddie draft--forcing all teenagers to labor in politically approved community service. In April, at the Summit for America's Future in Philadelphia, Clinton announced that America needs "citizen servants" and asserted that "the era of big government may be over, but the era of big challenges for our country is not. We need an era of big citizenship."
Timothy McVeigh was the mastermind, an unrepentant killer. Pending appeal, he awaits execution for the bombing murders in Oklahoma City. Terry Nichols, his unfortunate pal, played a more ambiguous role in the bombing. By various standards he was a major loser, drifting from job to job and moving from place to place. His life was such a mess that his first wife urged him to join the Army. He failed there, too, and later married a mail-order bride in the Philippines. Waiting for her papers, she got pregnant by another man, but Nichols agreed to raise the baby as his own. The child later suffocated in a plastic bag. McVeigh, who was staying with the Nicholses at the time of the death, was one of the mourners at the child's funeral.
Playboy's History of the Sexual Revolution: Part V, Male Call, 1940--1949
James R. Petersen
Greetings: Having submitted yourself to a local board composed of your neighbors for the purpose of determining your availability for training and service in the land or naval forces of the United States, you are hereby notified that you have now been selected for training and service therein..."
Some Things get better with age. The concept of using a V-twin engine to power two-wheeled vehicles has been around since Model Ts and biplanes developed about ten horsepower, enough to rocket you along at 50-plus. By comparison, today's twins boast ten times the muscle and three times the speed. And although the modern incarnation tends to be synonymous with Harleys, the Ducati 916 has dominated racing, inspiring several manufacturers to put their own spin on the twin.
In Moscow, where crowds follow her every move, Inga Drozdova isn't just fine, she's krasavitsa. That's Russian for "most beautiful." The 21-year-old singer electrified Russian pop culture with her voice--and a memorable layout in Playboy Russia, one of our newest international editions. Soon you will see her on TV, in videos and on the Internet, but Inga chose our pages for her U.S. debut. "Since my centerfold was successful in Russia, I wanted to do the American edition," she says. "I am a Playboy fan." On a recent visit to California she signed autographs in Hollywood--a wish come true for the former teen beauty queen from Latvia.
Keller, drink in hand, agreed with the woman in the pink dress that it was indeed a lovely evening. He threaded his way through a crowd of young marrieds on what he supposed you would call the patio. A waitress passed carrying a tray of drinks in stemmed glasses and he traded in his own for a fresh one. He sipped as he walked along, wondering what he was drinking. Some sort of vodka sour, he decided, and decided as well that he didn't need to narrow it down any further than that. He figured he'd have this one and one more, but he could have ten more if he wanted, because he wasn't working tonight. He could relax and cut loose and have a good time.
Ah, winter. Hearken to the whoosh of skis and the sounds of a cracking fire. Life in the snowy resorts has probably never been more exciting, thanks to the big bucks plugged in by the industry and a commitment to coddling and luxury. There are fabulous opened-up bowls to explore and wild new slopes for snowboard acrobatics. New comfortable gondolas and high-speed quad can whisk you to the top in minutes. If you want a chill thrill of a different sort, lace up a pair of clap skates (the kind that world-class racers wear) and make like Hans Brinker on your favorite frozen river or ice rink. (The U.S. Olympic speed-skating team trains at Milwaukee's Petit National Ice Center, where mere mortals can test their skills too.) Or float through the solitude of a sleeping forest on a pair of snowshoes that are nothing like those worn by Nanook of the North. Indoor pleasures also abound, and we've assembled a list of cozy romantic hideouts where the nights are long, the tubs are hot and the drinks would make old man winter smile. It feels like snow is in the air. Bring it on!
Whatever you call Bebe Buell, don't label her a groupie. Although she was companion to a host of Seventies rock stars, including Todd Rundgren, Steven Tyler, Stiv Bators, Elvis Costello and Rod Stewart, she really hates the G word. "I think it's sexist. Nobody calls males groupies. Actually, I call myself the M girl. I started as a model, then I was a mommy, then a musician and now I'm a manager." She just signed her young actor-client Johnny Zander to back-to-back films, Snapped and Memories of the Yellow House. She's best known, however, for having helped launch the career of one of Hollywood's hottest properties: Liv Tyler, her daughter with Aerosmith's Steven Tyler. In 1976, when Bebe found herself pregnant with Tyler's child, she opted out of his then-druggy world. Liv grew up thinking her dad was Bebe's longtime boyfriend, Todd Rundgren. "I was scared, so I called Todd. To this day I don't know why he took me back, knowing I was pregnant with another man's child. It was a gallant and chivalrous thing to do."
Come on," they tell you. "Let's go." They mean it. "She'll show," you say. "Give it a few more minutes." After all, a fine woman is worth the hassle. And once she arrives, she won't be rushed. So what if she's late? She'll make your friends wait, too. She'll pull you into the nearest doorway and, with her hair in your eyes and her lips on your cheek, remind you just how smooth things can be. But don't expect her to be patient--not when it comes to your clothes. Considering the sonic speed of fashion, you don't have two years to break in a leather jacket. So designers have solved the problem by using a variety of soft, textured leathers. If you've just finished getting your bomber or motorcycle jacket in shape, stow it away for next year. Today, square-shouldered, hip-length car coats rule the street. Be sure to have one. As your girlfriend will tell you, there are times when love can't wait.
We have seen many more explosions than orgasms on the screen in 1997. There have been exceptions, of course, to such volatile asexual blockbusters as Con Air and The Lost World. Uma Thurman oozed sex appeal as the man-killing Poison Ivy in Batman ∧ Robin, adding titillation to that well-traveled turf, and there's lots of suggestive ribaldry between Linda Fiorentino and Will Smith in the madly satirical Men in Black. More often, though, it has been the independently made features that have taken up the slack, sexually speaking.
Below is a list of retailers and manufacturers you can contact for information on where to find this month's merchandise. To purchase the apparel and equipment shown on pages 24, 41--42, 44, 94--95, 114--116, 126 and 179, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
When I invited her to my home, Suzen Johnson did not come alone. She came with what turned out to be a "minder," Candace Trunzo, a news editor from Globe, the tabloid that had published stills of a videotape that showed Frank Gifford, cavorting with Johnson, 47. It was Trunzo's mission to make sure Suzen did not say the wrong thing.
You wouldn't buy a suit off the rack without having it fitted, right? So why buy a new set of clubs that aren't customtailored? The pros do it and so can you. First, let's get the terminology straight. Custom-fitted clubs are not the same as custom-made clubs, which aren't available in stores. Custom fitting gets you the Taylor Made, Top-Flite, Titleist or Cobra clubs you've been eyeing at the pro shop built to your specifications--usually at no extra cost. Here are the six factors to consider when ordering. The most important is length, because clubs that are too long or too short induce bad posture. Shaft material--such as steel or graphite--and flex are also important. Lie angle is the angle between the shaft and the sole of the club head, and this determines whether the club head is parallel to the ground at impact. Grip size is important because it's the foundation of the golf swing. Finally, there's loft, the angle of the club face to the ground. Unlike the other measurements, loft does not affect the way you swing at or strike the ball, but it does influence ball flight. On woods, you usually have a choice of lofts. It is rare to change the loft of irons, but one company's five may be another company's four or six. The fitting process consists of two parts: static measurements, such as length and grip size, and dynamic fitting, which requires you to hit shots. Fitters who rely solely on charts and measurements don't take into account your position at impact or your club head speed. Expect to hit several shots using special tape that records where your club makes impact with the ground, as well as where on the face you strike the ball. Using this information, and by observing your swing, the pro determines your lie angle and shaft needs. PGA teaching pros take club-fitting courses while earning their credentials. Most pros will do a fitting for free if you are buying clubs, or they'll charge a nominal fee of $15 to $30. Some off-course stores have pros, but many do not. Salespeople might be certified by manufacturers to do fittings, but their expertise can vary. Keep an eye out, too, for manufacturers' sales reps who do free fittings. Top-Flite has six vans that visit tournaments and driving ranges. There is no charge for custom orders, and clubs are delivered within 72 hours. Ping sends reps to more than 20 tour events and golf expos and does complimentary fittings at its factory in Phoenix. Clubs are delivered within a few weeks. "Most people are not aware that they can easily get custom clubs," says Keith Lyford, director of the Stratton Golf Schools in Stratton Mountain, Vermont and Scottsdale, Arizona. "Golfers who use ill-fitting clubs get to the point where they can't progress anymore."