Our Lead Pictorial--Arny Freytag's fanciful shots of Warrior Princess Joanie Laurer--needs no explanation. As the WWF character formerly known as Chyna, the dominatrix with the Amazon body was a great diversion. America encourages the outrageous, and, as Joanie explains, "I don't know one woman out there who doesn't want to feel strong and beautiful, dress up in fun costumes and tell somebody to go take a hike." Perhaps we should send Joanie to Afghanistan.
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"She Said, 'You can't repeat the past.' I said, 'You can't? What do you mean you can't? Of course you can,'" sputters Bob Dylan in one of the hundreds of wonderful lines on Love and Theft (Columbia), his best album since (choose one) Blood on the Tracks or The Basement Tapes. The CD reclaims old musical materials, a rock-and-roll pace and a youthful conviction that life is out there for the taking. Its concern with the passage of time comes naturally, and its tone is epitomized by the knock-knock joke that climaxes its best song. --Robert Christgau
On September 11, 2001, the people staffing the office of a friend of mine in New York City were enjoying their view of lower Manhattan from 16 floors above 23rd Street. They were suddenly mesmerized by the sight of a huge fireball that appeared in one of the World Trade Center towers after a large airliner had plowed into it. Eighteen minutes later, they saw a jet fly into the second tower from the opposite direction. The city was under siege.
My girlfriend and I have been going out for nine months. We have sex four or five times a week, which to me is similar to Social Security--you can live on it, but barely. Whenever she goes down on me, it's usually only after I ask her to, which ruins the anticipation. I feel a little guilty asking her to do something that she doesn't seem to enjoy. One night she began stroking me. I wanted her to make the first move, so I laid back and made it clear I was enjoying myself. She kept stroking me with her dry hand. After 10 minutes, I told her I was getting raw. But instead of getting lube or going down on me, she just stopped.
Someday soon, just after the final chords of Rock and Roll All Nite ring out on the Shea Stadium stage, I will pick up my bass and exit stage right. After I experienced 29 glorious and tumultuous years filled with the highest highs and the lowest lows, America will have seen the last of Kiss onstage. America was our home. Americans were our people. And playing the final show will be bittersweet, to say the least.
DeDee Pfeiffer--Michelle's Younger Sister, who You've Seen on Cybill and in Falling Down and Meat Loaf: to Hell and Back, is a Gorgeous Talent in Her Own Right. Now She One-Ups Her Sister and Takes off her Clothes for a Fabulous Pictorial. all Hail Designer Genes