His name synonymous with fortune and success, Donald Trump held a place in the public eye as prominent as his real estate. Then came The Apprentice, which added another dimension of fame to his empire. "He loves being spotted on the street, meeting the press and having people ask him questions," explains David Hochman, who filled a coveted seat in Trump's sumptuous office for this month's Playboy Interview. "He's just so enthralled with himself." He's also more approachable than his brazen Apprentice persona suggests. "Because Donald Trump is such a caricature, you feel comfortable with him. And once he's past quoting the Guinness Book about himself, you discover something bordering on a real person. No question was off-limits, and he wasn't shy about anything. He's heard it all."
I'm 42 and divorced with three kids. Recently my 19-year-old daughter moved in with me to attend college. I'm openminded enough to allow her and her friends to have all-night study sessions and video parties at the house. One of her friends and I hit it off from the start--joking around, innuendos, harmless stuff. Having a young hottie flirt with me was definitely a boost to my ego. A few weeks ago I was taking a shower while my daughter and her friends were studying, and this beauty slipped into the bathroom. Before I could object, she made me extremely happy that she was there. I thought that would be the end of it--a crazy stunt. A few days later my daughter threw a finals party. I retired to my room to give the girls some space. The beauty walked in, stripped and joined me in bed. Since then it's been more of the same. Now she says she wants to bring our relationship out of the closet, show me off as her boyfriend and even move in. I think I may love this girl, but at the same time I have to ask myself some serious questions. First, will this work out? If my daughter had started dating a 42-year-old, I would have told her it wouldn't last. Second, what will my beauty's parents or my kids think? My own thoughts as a parent wouldn't be pretty. Can you help me get my head straight on this?--G.B., Minneapolis, Minnesota
Entries FromHatchet Jobs and Hardball, a new dictionary of political slang: CAVE (Citizens Against Virtually Everything): persons who seem to oppose all development or change. Chicken hawk: a person who advocates military aggression but avoided service (or did not serve) in the military. Clothespin vote (i.e., over nose): a vote made for the candidate regarded as the least objectionable. Democrazy: a democracy in which unusual or inequitable situations arise even when the system works as intended. Globaloney: an unrealistic foreign policy or global outlook. Juice bill: a bill that causes lobbyists to open the purse strings. Kangaroo ticket: a ticket where the principal candidate is less appealing to voters than the running mate. Policy wank: one who engages in a pointless discussion of policy details. Raptivist: a politically active hip-hop performer. Red-headed Eskimo: a precisely targeted bill or law (i.e., it benefits one person).
The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Presents John F. Kerry: Monogrammed for Greatness
John Forbes Kerry entered the world on December 11, 1943, blessed with the same initials as John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Since that day, every moment of John Forbes Kerry's life has been orchestrated to prove that this fact is somehow significant.
Thirty-one years ago a French journalist and onetime race car driver by the name of Claude Vorilhon claimed he had been visited by an alien whose flying saucer had landed in the Puy-de-Lassolas volcano. The affable creature, who identified himself as Yahweh, an Eloha (from the singular of elohim, Hebrew for "those who came from the sky"), was described as being about four feet tall, with almond-shaped eyes, long black hair, a green suit and a short black beard--in other words, the spitting image of Graffiti Bridge-era Prince. During their hourlong meetings over six consecutive days, the Eloha explained to Vorilhon--who in his new capacity as prophet took the name Rael--that extraterrestrials adept at genetic engineering had created all life on earth. "Rael was invited in 1975 to go to their planet for 24 hours," says Sylvie Chabot, international publicist for the Raelian movement. "He had a foretaste of paradise--a place where there is no war, disease, work or violence, only love, pleasure, consciousness, creativity and eternal youth, thanks to human cloning." Dr. Brigitte Boisselier, a Raelian bishop, founded Clonaid in 1997 and announced the birth of the first cloned baby, Eve, during a news conference in December 2002. "Already 13 babies have been born through Clonaid's technology, and 20 more women are pregnant," claims Chabot. "The Elohim can re-create you as an adult in a couple of hours and download your information, memory and personality into the new cloned body. It is the secret of eternal life." Arnold Schwarzenegger's little-seen Sixth Day had a similar story line, but the Raelian women pictured here aren't big fans of science fiction mythos. "I was never really into alien movies, but The Fifth Element is my favorite," says Shizue Kaneko, Rael's personal assistant. "It shows our future--beauty, technology and love." We say, "Bring it on!"
Sure, kids play video games--and they don't stop when they grow up. Anyone looking for proof is directed to Ms. BloodRayne, left. Does she look like something a tween could handle? Today's average gamer is a ripe 29 years of age. And to keep their newest target demographic happy, the digital diversions of 2004 are packed with more hot women, fast cars and big guns than ever before. So break out that credit card and tell the boss you're going to be out sick through January--these games aren't playing around.
America's obsession with Mafia violence isn't limited to TV and movies anymore. Take a stroll down the video game aisle at any electronics store--you can't swing a soppressata without hitting Italian Glock operas such as Grand Theft Auto, Mafia, Hitman and Gangland. This year, however, the gang action is veering into another hood, where the soundtrack of choice is more Snoop than Sinatra but the turf wars are just as tough. Get ready to trade in your paesans for a posse--it's time to take a trip through the modern-day mean streets.
Video games have always been about sex--let's just say Mario didn't rescue Princess Toadstool for the cardio workout. This fall will see the release of the sexiest, bawdiest and most entertaining games ever created.
Although Kimberly Holland will graduate with a marketing degree from the University of Houston in December, the 22-year-old has a diverse precollege employment history. "My friends call me a job whore," she says. "Every day they ask, 'Where are you working today?' I was a lifeguard. I waited tables. I made and sold drawings of human figures. I worked at an Abercrombie & Fitch store and several tanning salons. Oh, and I sold sex toys in a lingerie shop. I've done everything." Asked if she has some form of occupational attention deficit disorder, Kimberly smiles. "I'm independent," she says. "I don't like people telling me what to do. If I don't agree with something, I speak up." She's obviously a class act, but what kind of student is she? "I don't get into mischief," she says. "My second semester here I stayed in my room to study or work out because I didn't have a car. Everyone gains the freshman 15, but I lost it."
In April the U.S. and Wildlife Service put the beluga sturgeon, source of the most coveted fish eggs, on the threatened-species list. The month before, Moscow officials confiscated more than three tons of black-market caviar from store shelves. Poachers had marketed the caviar under well-known brand names with misspellings on the labels. That same week, the president of a Polish caviar company was sentenced in Miami to 30 months for smuggling roe into the U.S. in suitcases. By the time he makes parole, possession of beluga in this country could be a crime.
Spend part of your beer money on decent clothes this semester and you'll be rewarded. Consider this: The friends you make in college will be your friends for life-- and you don't want to be immortalized in a pair of ho-hum khakis, flip-flops and a dirty T-shirt. College involves a lot of communal living. In that kind of setting, you need to make an impression whenever you have the chance. So throw out the clothes you'd be embarrassed to be seen in on a Friday night. Sure, you may wear them only to the laundry room, but where do you think the hot chicks go to wash their clothes? On campus, opportunities to impress-- or to drop the ball--abound. So make the most of them. Look your best whatever the time of day. After all, there's nothing wrong with looking good.
I love tall guys who are smart and can hold a conversation. I want to learn from a man, and I want him to learn from me. The color of his eyes doesn't matter as long as they sparkle, especially when I look into them. He must have a good personality, because once the attraction wears off, you need to be with someone who is your best friend. I travel all the time, so my boyfriend must be supportive of everything I do. He can't be the jealous type, because guys across the world have my picture taped on their walls. I love the outdoors, so when we go on a date I don't want dinner and a movie. I want to do something extreme--fishing, camping, shooting guns or going on a swamp tour. My ideal man needs to figure out what turns me on. Even if it's a small detail, he has to go that extra step. Let's say we go hiking. He should bring along a bottle of merlot. And if I get tired on the way back, he should say, "Hop on my back and I'll carry you the rest of the way."
Nothing says "back to campus" like students lugging the discourses of Kierkegaard, beer trucks saturating frat row and, of course, our annual crew of captivating coeds, who've lined up again to show off their learning curves. This year, we headed to the Atlantic Coast Conference, home to Clemson, Duke, Florida State, Georgia Tech, Maryland, Miami, North Carolina, State, Virginia, Virginia Tech and Wake Forest. In other words, the following pages feature Blue Devils out of dresses, Cavaliers cavorting naked, Tigers getting frisky and Yellow Jackets minus their coats. And when these girls wear their pride on their chest, it's enough to make an Inuit whoop up a rebel yell.
Below is a list of retailers and manufacturers you can contact for information on where to find this month's merchandise. To buy the apparel and equipment shown on pages 38, 43--44, 118--125, 171 and 174--175, check the listings below to find the stores nearest you.
Identity Theft--Thanks to the internet, identity theft is the fastest-growing white-collar crime in America. Thieves struck millions of people last year, an 80 percent increase from 2002. Meet fraud master Abraham Abdallah, who during a 2000 spree targeted forbes's 400 Richest Americans, including Ross Perot and Martha Stewart--All while holding a day job as a kitchen worker. by Mark Boal
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