The first time is not necessarily the best. This is true of sex, beer and, it turns out, Jimmy Kimmel's appearances in our magazine. This month, on the eve of his late-night show's debut on ABC, Kimmel follows up his previous Playboy walk-ons with a center stage triumph as the subject of a Playboy Interview by Contributing Editor Kevin Cook. If Kimmel is anywhere near as funny on TV as he is here, his show is going to be a blowout—a view endorsed by the guy who got to ask the questions. "He picked an Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills," says Cook of his evening with Kimmel. "He pulled up on time and alone in a blue Benz. We ate fish and profiteroles and split a bottle of wine, and I found him both funnier and more serious than I'd expected. He griped about his sex life and talked openly for the first time about his separation from Gina, his wife of 14 years. I suspect that like most comics he is a lonely, twisted soul who craves the approval of millions of strangers. I could be wrong, but I doubt it, because that would be boring—and boring is one thing he isn't."
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It appears a crew member was feeling nipply during the filming of one of Jennifer Lopez' new music videos. This shot of J. Lo looking amused (Who forgot the ice again?) supports reports that the lucky stiff had the official responsibility of nipple tweaker. Guess that's why they're called grips.
Actor, sleight-of-hand artist and sideshow scholar Ricky Jay also collects crumbling dice. He asked Rosamond Purcell, who he calls "a photographer of taxidermological specimens," to shoot the collection and paired her pictures with essays about the lore of these six-sided wonderments for Dice: Deception, Fate and Rotten Luck (Quantuck Lane).
Rumor has it that cigar-shaped UFOs have been spotted over the vineyards of Châteauneuf du Pape in France's Rhône valley. Now Bonny Doon Vineyard in Santa Cruz, California has paid homage to them with a Rhône-styled wine, Le Cigare Volant, or "flying cigar." It comes in a cigar-style box; a closer look reveals alien heads along the borders. It's out of this world.
There is no more universal piece of clothing than the humble blue jean. Orginally made to be utilitarian, it has been usurped by those who want to be swathed in its total coolness. The Blue Jean by Alice Harris (Power House) is a pictorial salute to those who have appropriated these pants—from Claus von Bulow to Bob Dylan, from Claudia Schiffer to Ava Robbins, as well as Britney Spears, Madonna and Gwen Stefani. It'll look good draped over your coffee table.
Bombshells come in one color. Blondes have an insurmountable erotic cred we can't describe but we all know exists. Blonde: Masterpieces of Erotic Photography by Michelle Olley (Thunder's Mouth) collects the work of photographers who know a good thing when they shoot it. This book will settle rather than provoke the debate.
Because we were friends. "He'd had years to put a move on me but hadn't. So when he asked for a foot massage, I didn't take it as a come-on. I sat on the arm of the couch, skirt draped between my legs, and I cradled his foot. He shot me a lascivious glance, then began caressing my calf with his other foot. It felt good. I looked at him. 'Shh,' he whispered. He slipped his free foot up my leg, under my skirt and along my thigh. I looked at him again, surprised but smiling. 'I want this,' he said, sliding his foot along my panties. I was wet. 'May 1?' Despite years of platonic friendship, the erotic element felt right. And how could I deny a friend?"
Nestled somewhere between the mustard gas of World War I and the genocide of World War II, Berliners of the Weimar Republic succumbed to a pleasure-drunk dementia fueled by cheap drugs and consenting mädchen. The city was home to fetishists of every stripe. Barbara Ulrich's Hot Girls of Weimar Berlin (Feral House) evokes an era when sexual orientation was a laughing matter and cruel boots were not.
The Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, a top school for automotive innovation, wanted a car for the year 2050 inspired by a contemporary figure. And so was born the Hefner Phaethon by Rob King, a car with soft metallic skirts that flow over speed bumps—the ideal playmate of the future
No woman can catch flying Doritos in her mouth while doing backflips in a laundromat like Ali Landry. The lissome 29-year-old former Miss USA was voted one of People's 50 Most Beautiful People after her Doritos spot aired during the 1998 Super Bowl. She hails from the crawfish capital of the world—Breaux Bridge, Louisiana—which is another reason we lick our fingers whenever we think of her. (Message to Ms. Landry: Call us next time you're gigging for frogs—we know all about navigating marshy scrublands.) Before she ignited our dormant fantasies involving dentally gifted women who snap up tasty triangles, Ali cleaned up on soaps like Sunset Beach and The Bold and the Beautiful. Now she hosts NBC's Spy TV, a "covert-camera comedy series" that puts everyday people in extreme situations and records it all for our amusement. While we've yet to see any clips from the show as acrobatic as her laundry lutzes, we haven't stopped hoping to catch her on fire one day again, chin speckled with salsa.
Just Married: Chances are your wife or girlfriend will drag you to this romantic comedy as payback for your dragging her to Man of War, so listen up in case you want to catch some z's while it's running. Sexy Brittany Murphy plays a girl who pisses off everyone she knows by marrying Ashton Kutcher and vacationing in Europe. Then along comes her ex-boyfriend (played by Christian Kane) to throw a monkey wrench into matrimonial bliss. If you can't guess which guy she winds up with, you're beyond help.
Ray Liotta produced and stars in Narc, a gritty and brutal story of a Detroit undercover cop (Jason Patric) who is reinstated after a nasty incident because the department needs his help in tracking down a cop killer. He teams up with the dead man's partner (Liotta), a loose cannon, to follow the trail of the doomed detective. Director Joe Carnahan tells the story in kinetic fashion and keeps a solid grip on his characters.
Every year good films slip through the cracks. I wouldn't cite 2002 as an especially rich year for movie lovers, but there were a number of outstanding video releases that merit attention. Some, like Lantana, LIE and The Devil's Backbone, earned critical praise but never got wide release. Lantana is a potent adult drama from Australia starring Anthony LaPaglia as a detective whose marriage is in crisis, which affects his behavior on a missing-persons case involving an author (Barbara Hershey) and her husband (Geoffrey Rush). LIE features an unforgettable performance by Brian Cox as an avuncular pederast who doesn't seem like a villain, even while he preys on teenage boys in his Long Island community. The Devil's Backbone is a beautifully conceived and executed ghost story set against the backdrop of the Spanish Civil War. Director Guillermo del Toro reached more moviegoers with Blade II, but this one is a gem.
Kyra Sedgwick. In Personal Velocity you play a woman who uses sex as a power base, but is victimized by it, too. Did the part jump off the page for you? "Certainly it did, but also, this is a role not everyone would see me being able to do, and I was so impressed that Rebecca Miller did. It was such a vote of confidence." Are you and your husband, Kevin Bacon, planning to work together again? "We have a script that we're planning to shoot this summer; he's directing and I'll star and produce it. You know, making a movie is like going to war every day, so you really have to find something you're passionate about." And you're doing a TV series? "I'm doing six episodes of Queens Supreme, which is a CBS midseason show. It's about the state supreme court in Queens. Oliver Platt is in it, and he is the reason I said yes. I play an assistant district attorney." Tell us about working with Robert Duvall and Michael Caine in the upcoming second-hand lions. "These guys have been around forever. There's no bullshit, no star stuff. The good ones that last are such a breath of fresh air. They're so unaffected."
This month director Ronald Maxwell revisits the Civil War with Gods and Generals, a Manassas-to-Chancellorsville prequel to his vivid, battle-heavy Gettysburg (1993). Keep your powder dry and let the minié balls fly!
What do you get when you cross Friends with Sex and the City? Eventually, you'll get something like Coupling, a BBC Two hit series NBC has licensed with plans to produce a U.S. version. Meanwhile, the original six episodes of the randy Britcom can be had on DVD (Warner Bros., $25). Coupling isn't as sexy as Sex and the City (the actors keep their clothes on), but the characters are fresh, with personality warps that U.S. network suits might not tolerate. Gems abound, such as the definition of "porn buddy": In the event you die, your porn buddy races over and clears out your stash of stroke fodder before your mother gets to it. Why, that's not just funny, it's a plan!
D.W. Griffith was a pioneering and controversial figure in the history of cinema. He was one of the men responsible for establishing film as a popular art form and for developing many of the ways in which cinema tells stories. The seven-disc Griffith Masterworks (Kino, $100) collects The Birth of a Nation, Intolerance, Orphans of the Storm, Broken Blossoms and two discs of shorts he made for the American Biograph Co. from 1908 to 1913. It was there that he found some of the actresses he would later use in his feature films, including Mary Pickford and Lillian and Dorothy Gish. This collection reminds us how rich filmmaking can be—even when it doesn't include sound.
"I'll watch anything that John Ford or John Wayne made," says Maureen O'Hara, legendary star of such classics as How Green Was My Valley, The Quiet Man and Miracle on 34th Street. "I love Duke in The Long Voyage Home. And movies with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, especially Top Hat and Flying Down to Rio. I love Mutiny on the Bounty—the original with Charles Laughton and Clark Gable." O'Hara also has a special place in her heart for 1992's Strictly Ballroom. "It was enchanting," she says about Baz Luhrmann's dance-filled romantic comedy. "I even bought a copy!"
It sounds fishy: Former front man organizes tribute record to his own band. But when Henry Rollins recruited members of Slipknot, Queens of the Stone Age, Rancid et al. to toast Black Flag on Rise Above (Sanctuary), it was a benefit for the West Memphis Three's legal defense. To block attempts at reinterpreting the tunes, Rollins asked his backup band to record the tracks. Ice T and Hank Williams III, among others, heeded the call. The result is ferocious.
Mama Says I'm Crazy (Fat Possum) is a recording of Fred McDowell playing guitar and singing at home in 1967, backed on harmonica by his friend Johnny Woods. McDowell's performance is majestic and Woods' driving harp accompaniment is intense.
On The Ache (Self-Starter Foundation), We Ragazzi singer Tony Rolando has perfected the faux-soul howl of a young Jagger. Instead of the mid-Sixties Farfisa and Vox organs used by neo–garage bands, this group uses an electric piano. It's a kick in the head.
Who inspires the Waco Brothers, the Handsome Family and Steve Earle? You can find out on two excellent new collections. Recorded in 1927, RCA Country Legends: The Bristol Sessions (BMG) is filled with field recordings of the Carter Family, Jimmie Rodgers and 14 others. These gothic ballads, war tunes and gospel songs are still haunting. Classic Mountain Songs (Smithsonian Folkways) includes thorny fiddle and banjo, bluegrass and blues, and traditional death and murder ballads so brutal that Eminem seems tame by comparison.
This year's most engaging MC is from Brixton, not Brooklyn. On Original Pirate Material (Vice), Mike Skinner (a.k.a. the Streets) lets out a steady flow of UK laddie talk, ripe with references to drunken Tube rides, birds and geezers, creating images with all the vividness of Train-spotting.
The more life dumps on Billy Joe Shaver, the stronger he gets. The best songs on Freedom's Child (Compadre) involve loss and remembrance. Shaver, along with George Jones and Willie Nelson, is a Texas outlaw master.
The cat's out of The Bag Department: Cat Stevens, a.k.a. Yusuf Islam, plans to mount a Broadway musical. The plot will follow his life. Reeling and Rocking:Rush Hour and Red Dragon director Brett Ratner is working on a movie about the Rolling Stones' Licks tour, with Jagger producing.... The story of Romeo and Juliet is about to be retold as Lil' Romeo and Lil' Juliet. The young rapper will star, of course, and a nationwide talent search will find Lil' Juliet.... Kylie Minogue and Robbie Williams will team up to lend their voices to a movie based on a French TV series for children called The Magic Roundabout.Newsbreaks: What goes around comes around: Cynthia Plaster Caster has launched her website, cynthiap caster.org, where replicas and drawings of her work are for sale. Famous in the Sixties for her penis casts (which she keeps in a bank vault in Chicago), Cynthia's project benefits musicians in need.... Don't know much about history: The University of California offers an R&B course, Musical Soul of the Sixties and Seventies.... Let's hear it for the dead guy and the old guys: Thanks to the King and the Rolling Stones, record sales picked up at the end of last year.
Robin Thicke is sitcom royalty—his dad is Alan Thicke of Growing Pains, and mom Gloria Loring sang the theme to The Facts of Life. Cherry Blue Skies (NuAmerica) by Thicke channels the good parts of the Seventies, serving up soul—and a danceable version of Beethoven's Fifth.
Frank Sinatra's genius was in his performances. On Classic Duets (Capitol), he joins Ella, Louis, Bing and Elvis, who stopped by his TV shows between 1957 and 1960. The sound quality varies, but, despite the forced spontaneity, the tracks have an effervescent sense of fun.
It's rare to hear music that doesn't rehash the past. Two new electronic CDs look to the future. Manitoba's hard-charging Start Breaking My Heart (Domino) shows how funky laptops can be. Napoli Is Not Nepal's Revolver (Shitkatapult) mixes guitar and keyboards with breakbeats. It sounds great in a club, but better on headphones.
The 20th Anniversary Box Set (Metal Blade) is a heavy metal party. The collection spans the label's metal stalwarts—Slayer, Six Feet Under and Gwar, among others. The highlight is the original version of Metallica's Hit the Lights.
With only an EP under their studded belts, sleaze-rockers the Yeah Yeah Yeahs are the toast of New York. Master (Touch and Go) was made on a shoestring and rocks with singer Karen O.'s yodeling. It will tide you over until the band's CD drops this spring.
Carrying a computer security key is the latest in geek chic. The plastic token plugs into your USB port and requires a password to access your computer, creating the same "two-factor authentication" of an ATM: something you have, combined with something you know. They're designed to keep would-be thieves from pilfering your data and files, but they work well on prying girlfriends and nosy roommates, too. Just don't lose your key in a club and wind up locked out of your laptop. The A-Key by Authenex sells for $50; you'll pay $150 for Griffin Technology's SecuriKey. • Lately, Innogear's Duex mp302 (pictured right) has occupied our laptop's USB port. The portable MP3 player operates as a voice recorder and storage device housed in a gadget the size of a pack of gum. A single AAA battery powers 12 hours of playback and the 128MB memory stores two hours of MP3 music. Pop off the bottom and a plug is exposed that connects to a USB port. Innogear includes a neckstrap, but the Duex mp302 is small enough to stash in your front pants pocket without looking like a pervert ($180).
Video game graphics are improving by bounces and jiggles. Breasts are the new benchmark of video game realism, and programmers inspired by Lara Croft's size Ds are using physics modeling to re-create every shake and shimmy. Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball (by Tecmo, for Xbox) and BMX XXX (by Acclaim, for Play-Station 2, Xbox and GameCube) are the latest perpetrators in the big-breast blowup. Xtreme Volleyball features bikini-clad characters from Tecmo's popular fighting series in a sandkicking spikefest. The company calls the idea "sports fantasy simulation" so you don't feel creepy picking out a bikini (there are more than 100) for your babe to wear. Debauchery is the point of BMX XXX. Players maneuver a bike-riding stripper through bums and streetwalkers while wrangling midget clowns or uniting a pink poodle and a horny mutt. Nudity and profanity earned it the first 17+ rating in action sports game history. Both of these games go great with a few buddies and some beers, but neither makes it much further than novelty status. For serious gaming we'll stick to Splinter Cell and Resident Evil Zero.
Until now, plastic cell phone covers were little more than cosmetic accessories, a chick trick used to coordinate the phone with an outfit. Why bother? Wildseed Ltd., based in Kirkland, Washington, has introduced a line of intelligent faceplates called Smart Skins. Attach a Smart Skins faceplate to your Kyocera Delta 2 phone ($200) and "remappable user interface" technology allows the phone to morph into something else. The theme of your phone changes in dozens of details, including the color of the screen, icons and wallpaper. The web browser loads in appropriate sites, new games appear and the ring tone and audio accents are altered to match the chosen theme: music, sports, movies, fashion or celebrities. The Smart Skins phone also comes equipped with FM radio and pulsing LEDs. The patented Airtext feature lets you program a message and then display it in the air by waving the LED end of the phone (try "Can I buy you a drink?" or "Make it a double"). Smart Skins faceplates are expected to sell for $25 to $40, depending on the licensing of the theme and the features.
Automated teller machines are spitting out more than money these days. In California they play commercials with full-motion video and sound. Recently, customers who used one of Bank of America's 2000 ATMs were forced to watch a commercial during the "please wait" portion of the transaction, and more ads are on the way. When you insert your card into newer ATMs, the system does a quick check of how much money you have in your account and then delivers an advertisement that's targeted to your demographic. If you are low on funds, the machine may display an ad for overdraft services. Sport a large savings account and you might be offered investing consultation or a great deal on a BMW. Some banks offer customers credit cards via ATMs. Push a few buttons and a card arrives in the mail within a few days. Not all next-generation ATM features are inconveniences or sales pitches. Post office lines are a definite pain in the ass, so we welcome Tranax Technology's plans to offer stamp sales at an ATM near you. Travelers Express and ATM manufacturer Diebold recently tested machines that dispense money orders by deducting the amount from your account. Owners of prepaid mobile phones soon will be able to add airtime, and a system is in the works for movie ticketing. Using a touch screen, you select the date, time and number of tickets desired for a movie, and the machine will print them out. Buying concert tickets via ATM can't be far behind, which sounds great until you need a fast $100 and there's a line of hippies camped out around the block waiting for Phish seats.
Most war games toss you straight into the trenches with little more than a weapon and a prayer. Battlefield 1942 (by EA, for PC) gives you access to what you really need to win a war: tanks, planes, battleships, heavy artillery and, most important, allies. Sign on as one of the five major World War II forces and square off against up to 64 people simultaneously in an online team match. Send your scouts ahead with sniper rifles and then call on a teammate to send in the heavy bombers for an airstrike.
Godzilla: Destroy All Monsters Melee (by Infogames, for GameCube) might be just the game you need to quell the resentment you've been harboring for San Francisco since they blew the World Series. Choose among more than 14 monsters from Godzilla classics and tear down one of 10 cities. One to four players can fight it out using grabs, punches or even a small building to beat opponents into submission.
The Getaway (by Sony, for PlayStation 2) has a gritty edge and an intertwined plot that unfolds like a Guy Ritchie film (and we don't mean Swept Away). The story follows a former bank robber, Mark Hammond, whose dreams of going straight don't jibe with the plans of the local crime bosses who have kidnapped his son. The gameplay puts you in car chases and gunfights around 40 square kilometers of London, past famous streets and landmarks. To keep the action riveting, Sony used actors to supply the voices and motion-captured moves. The result is a combination of Driver and Grand Theft Auto smoothed out Brit style.
You'll be known as the "cool uncle" when you buy toys for your nephew at sweatyfrog.com....Just dropped in to New York or LA? Check out dailycandy.com to find out where to go for food and fun. London is next.... See what happens when a gang of chemistry geeks get their hands on a brick of sodium (a highly unstable element that explodes in water) and throw it into a lake at theodoregray.com/periodictable/stories/011.2/.... Hello, I'm Dirty Jack Flint. Discover your own pirate name at fidius.org/quiz/pirate.php.
This year's audiobook standouts include a humorist who breaks up Yalies, Stacy Keach channeling Hemingway and folks who jump the shark. Garrison Keillor: A Life in Comedy (HighBridge), culled from appearances at the Yale Rep last year, finds the mellow-voiced author telling his news from Lake Wobegon. The fish-vaulting comes courtesy of Jon Hein, creator of jumpthe shark.com, a website that spots the moments when good television goes bad (named for the Happy Days episode in which the Fonz skies over shark-infested waters). The Jump the Shark: When Good Things Go Bad audiotape (Listen and Live) expands to self-defeating moments in film, sports and politics as well. Short narratives that forged Hemingway's reputation (The Snows of Kilimanjaro, up in Michigan) are given splendid narration by Stacy Keach in volume one of Ernest Hemingway: The Short Stories (Simon and Schuster). For more contemporary lean-and-mean writing, there's George Pelecanos' new streetwise saga, Soul Circus (Brilliance), in which dicks Derek Strange and Terry Quinn struggle to stop a drug war in the nation's capital. It's a powerful yarn.
Berry Gordy modeled Motown after Detroit's auto industry, complete with an assembly-line process that provided artists with dance, voice and etiquette lessons. Gerald Posner's Motown: Money, Power, Sex and Music (Random House) details the grueling demands of the star-making machine and the damage it caused to Motown artists. Marvin Gaye is the most engaging, but Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder and Diana Ross complete the cast of this thrilling read.
On Blondes (Bloomsbury) by Joanna Pitman is a quirky history of hair color. Images of Aphrodite were the first to associate blonde hair with beauty and sexuality, inspiring Greek prostitutes to dye their hair with pigeon dung. In medieval times, men feared blondes, but when artists began to portray the Virgin Mary as a flaxen angel, blondes became pillars of virtue. During the Renaissance, couples tried to conceive children under the sign of Venus to increase the likelihood that their offspring would be beautiful blondes. In the early 1800s, blonde hair became associated with cheap women who liked to get drunk. Victorian-era women made blonde hair fashionable again by wearing pieces of jewelry made from it. The Nazis turned blonde hair into a symbol of moral purity, cleanliness and intellectual and physical superiority. After the war ended, Hollywood invented the dumb blonde to encourage women to be good housewives. But as Hef knows from personal experience, blondes aren't stupid. Hillary Clinton runs New York, Madonna heads the music industry and Diane Sawyer is ABC's Everywoman. Is hair color a coincidence? Not likely.
Even though the music labels have done their damnedest to kill the format, singles are still the best way to listen to songs. In This is Uncool (Cassell), Brit music writer Garry Mulholland selects his top 500 singles of the past 25 years. It's an odd list, with plenty of U.S. R&B (Cameo's Candy) and UK punk (Siouxsie and the Banshee's Hong Kong Garden), but Mulholland's point is to get you thinking. And the pictures are great.
In suburban neighborhoods where white kids blast Xzibit or DMX and sport Sean John gear, ghetto life has been deemed fabulous. In Everything But the Burden: What White People Are Taking From Black Culture (Broadway), Greg Tate and others tackle America's complex racial questions. Tate says, "'They've' always tried to erase the black presence from whatever black thing they took a shine to." While a few of the 18 essays are stodgy, most are wake-up calls.
Pamela Anderson has graced the cover of Playboy 10 times—more than any other woman. The 35-year-old has decided to retreat from acting and focus on being a mom to her two kids, Dylan and Brandon. In 2002 she revealed she's battling hepatitis C. But Pam likes to accentuate the positive, including her relationship with Kid Rock, the vegetarian cookbook she's writing for children and the kinky cartoon, Stripperella, she's developing with Stan Lee for TNN. Pam told Interview magazine, "I'm taking care of my life. I look after myself and, no matter what people think, I'm a healthy person. I'm not this drunk, drug-addicted, raving crazy person—that's just an image created by the media, and it's crap. I happen to be a cheap drunk. If I have a glass of wine, I'm on my ear. I've never considered myself an actress. I've always thought, Great, I'm on the beach. I'm happy, having babies and married to a rock star." Pam devotees will love The Ultimate Pamela Anderson collection, a two-disc DVD set with never-before-published photos and rare interviews.
As long as the world has strippers, the question remains: How does a regular guy score with one? We asked the women of Scores—the New York City gentlemen's club frequented by Howard Stern and Madonna—for their insights. Then we photographed the strippers without their G-strings for Playboy.com. "Guys should never try too hard," says Nancy Erminia, a former Scores girl and Playboy Special Editions cover model. "It's not good when a guy talks about how much money he has and then doesn't spend it. If you want a girl to sit with you for a while, you have to spend a lot. Don't hang out and give her nothing." For more tips and tits, check out Playboy.com.
Mary Beth Decker. Favorite free-time activity: "Margaritas with the girls." Other favorite things to do: Dancing and working out. Job before Playboy: Bartender. Favorite website: Bebe.com. What makes a woman sexy? "Confidence. If a woman feels sexy, it shows. People will pick up on her aura and think she's sexy, too." What makes a man sexy? "Spontaneity. I like someone who's opinionated but sensitive. He has to have a sense of humor. I love a man who can make me laugh without trying too hard."
"I watch postgame interviews with NBA players and 95 percent of it is b.s. They groom you in college. If you say something out loud, you are going to get fined. You can't say something mean about another player. But if you're in rock and roll, man, then you can let it roll. If anything, it will probably help with your record sales."—Cherokee Parks, Los Angeles Clippers
This column is dedicated to those children and fathers trapped in one of life's toughest situations: an angry divorce in which child custody is disputed. (Let's call an honorable divorce one in which child custody is jointly shared and the children have full access to their parents and stepparents.)
The next time you fly first-class, wear a French-cuffed shirt and Central Intelligence Agency cuff links. When your seatmate asks if you work for the company, say, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." On second thought, given the current state of airport edginess, maybe that's not a good idea. All the cuff links pictured here are genuine. You don't have to work for the government—or visit Camp David—to own them. Prices are as follows: Central Intelligence Agency ($175), Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms ($125), Secret Service ($195), Presidential Retreat at Camp David ($225) and Federal Bureau of Investigation ($150). Robert Vance Ltd., a men's clothing store in Lincolnshire, Illinois, has a limited supply of each on hand.
The goody bags given to the presenters at the 2002 Emmy Awards included the new Dyson DC07 vacuum cleaner. Now you know what Martin Sheen, Kelsey Grammer and Matt LeBlanc clean their cribs with. To put it bluntly, this new English-made vacuum really sucks. All those cigarette butts your friends left on the stairs after last weekend's party can be picked up with a 17-foot quick-draw hose. There are no bags to empty—you just pull a trigger and the dust container dumps itself. The machine, in case you wondered, works with patented Root Cyclone technology. Its g forces, claims the company, are 33,000 times the g forces experienced by Formula 1 drivers. Still not convinced? Dyson also invented the Ball-barrow and Waterolla. Price: $400 and up. (There's even a model that comes with a carpet-care kit.) Good luck getting your girlfriend to wear a French maid outfit while she's tidying up.
Surfing icon Christian Fletcher, known for his aerials, had his own clothing line in the late Eighties and early Nineties. Today, he says, "I wear whoever's paying me to be worn." Right now it's Vans, but he also likes his Cal–Irvine water polo T-shirt (his great-uncle is the team's coach) and a Ho Chi Minh Trail T-shirt that photographer Bruce Weber brought from Vietnam. All that pales alongside Fletcher's true means of self-expression—a nose ring, dagger necklace and tattoos. "My girlfriend's not too fond of them, but I'm still getting them."
The next time you're in the mood for a robust soup, serve it with bruschetta. To make, place slices of crusty Italian bread under a broiler and cook until golden. Then brush the bread with olive oil and rub the slices with the cut side of a garlic clove. Sprinkle with sea salt, parmesan and cracked black pepper, or top with diced tomatoes and a little fresh oregano. For a topper to the soup, try pesto made with olive oil, mint leaves, parsley, pine nuts and parmesan. Recipes for these and other uncomplicated dishes are in Donna Hay's Modern Classics Book 1, a Harper Collins title that's $24.95.
Plasma digital TVs. Most television sets you can hang on a wall sell for as much as a new car. Gateway's 42-inch model (pictured here) will drop your bank balance by only $2999. How do they do it? By eliminating the retail middlemen, such as Best Buy and Circuit City. Gateway stores stock the GTW-P42M102. • Going beddy-bye in the sky. If you're flying in Singapore Airlines' Raffles Class, you don't have to curl up like a pretzel. Available on most routes, SIA's SpaceBeds recline flat. If you ask nicely, the airline attendant may even tuck you in. While awake, Space-Bedders can watch programs on a 10-inch high-resolution monitor or challenge other passengers to multiplayer video games. (Forget about air-to-air combat.) • The written word. If your handwriting looks like a chicken walked across the page, maybe the new Paper Mate Pendulum pen will help. It's a swivel-tip ballpoint that adjusts itself to an individual's writing style—a "first-ever breakthrough," according to the company. For $3.85, how can you go wrong?
Recently my boyfriend informed me that he sees women all the time who he wants to have sex with. That made me feel insecure and paranoid. It's not that I don't fantasize about other guys, but I keep my thoughts private and I don't harbor the images for longer than that person is in my sight. I asked my boyfriend how often these fantasies happen; he said he couldn't say. When do these thoughts become too much for a relationship to bear? And is it normal to envision others when you are being intimate with the one you allegedly love? Am I asking too much for my lover to focus on me when we are having sex?—A.H., New York, New York
In February 2002, the Transportation Security Administration—a new federal agency formed to oversee airport security—began tracking the number of weapons confiscated by screeners. The TSA says the drop in weapons seized between August and September indicates people are wising up. But a former FAA security official pointed out in the Los Angeles Times that with so many weapons still being found, a "frightening number" are likely getting through. "It's a real educational challenge," said the director of security at Los Angeles International Airport. "People bring a big knife through screening and say, 'I thought you would understand. I'm not a terrorist. I just want to take this knife to Kansas.'" Most passengers who are detained are not arrested, but the weapons are confiscated. The most commonly seized items are scissors, pocketknives, corkscrews and mace.
I can't skip class anymore, and it sucks. Because of this whole sex column bit, even jaded professors manage to locate me lurking in the back of packed lecture halls. They make it a point to talk to me, to tell me how their course is going to relate to some of the things I'm writing about. I like it, I really do, but it's been a fast and unexpected trip from geeky nerd to semifamous (at least for Kansas) geeky nerd. When I go to parties people know who I am now, or at least know I'm "that girl who writes about sex." I go crazy when people come up and talk to me, because when they do, an interesting (and, at times, very erotic) discussion usually follows. Hearing uninhibited, horny people talk about the things they do when they're aiming to please or be pleased has turned into one of my favorite things about writing this column.
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