How do you persuade a woman to come back to your place? Make dinner for her there. "If my strawberry sandwich doesn't get you some, maybe dating isn't for you," says Tyler Florence, host of Food 911 and author of this month's My Place at Eight? The chef takes you through three dates with three seductive meals that will moisten more than your dining partner's palate. "Women can be sensitive about eating in public," Florence says. "Many will sleep with you sooner than eat a plate of ribs in front of you. The meals in this article are engineered to gradually increase the heat, starting on a low simmer with something light and fresh, then building up to a sizzling steak dinner. Cooking for a woman makes all the difference in the world. If you put a little thought into what you're cooking, there is no doubt you can close the deal."
On the push-your-luck game show Deal or No Deal, contestants hem, haw, rationalize, reason and then inevitably go down in flames--and there's not a thing Kasie Head can do about it. As one of the show's 26 models, she holds a briefcase and, when called upon, reveals how much money a player won't be winning. "People get greedy," Kasie admits. "There's always a point where all of us girls are thinking, This person needs to take the deal. You can read in their face that they know they should quit, but they decide to risk it and end up losing everything." What's a briefcase girl to do? Keep smiling and stand up straight--skills Kasie mastered as Miss Oklahoma USA 2002. She admits she "kicked butt" in the competition, winning the evening-gown and interview categories and coming in second in swimsuit. After the Miss USA pageant (in which she kicked less butt) she won a role as one of Vince Vaughn's girlfriends in Starsky & Hutch and legged it for Los Angeles. She's a long way from the family dairy farm in tiny Braman, Oklahoma (pop. 240), yet appearing in Playboy feels familiar. "It's very conservative in Braman, but my grandpa has been a Playboy subscriber since the magazine first started," she says. "He has every issue, and around town they call him Daddy Rabbit. When I was in high school he would come to my basketball games in his Playboy T-shirt. That's how I got the nickname on the back of my warm-up jersey: Bunny."
Shock and GuffawIs there anything funny about the Middle East? Aron Kader, Ahmed Ahmed and Maz Jobrani think so. The trio (Palestinian, Egyptian and Iranian Americans respectively) is currently playing to packed houses on its Axis of Evil Comedy Tour.
My wife has asked my permission to have an affair with one of her co-workers. She says the attraction is purely physical and will not affect our marriage. She also says husbands these days commonly allow this. Do they? And what should I do?--F.B., Austin, Texas
At least since hip-hop videos became a cultural fixture, baseball caps have been viewed as more than team uniform accessories and mini billboards for beer and tractor companies. When the members of N.W.A wore Raiders hats, they weren't saying they were Al Davis fans. The baseball cap had become a statement. As we saw during rallies in response to the congressional immigration debates, recent immigrants to the U.S. have also been quick to realize the value of baseball caps as a way to promulgate slogans. For instance, we spotted one proclaiming, I am a Worker, not a Criminal. But lately we've noticed a greater trend: Baseball caps have gone global. And we're not talking about would-be rappers in Tel Aviv wearing Yankees hats. In fact, as you can see below, in some cases openly anti-American groups nonetheless see baseball caps as a good way to promote their cause and demonstrate their sense of community.
They take the men down of the dank basement. The temperature hovers around 40 degrees, but as the night goes on it will get colder. Windows are missing, and the men can see their breath. Sewage has backed up; the concrete floor is covered with three inches of gray water strewn with cigarette butts, garbage and dark chunks. They ask the men questions, and when they don't like the answers, they make the men get down in the water.
One look at Christine Dolce--with her trademark smile-snarl, a diamond piercing below her lower lip, her body so sculpted it looks like a weapon--and there's no mistaking her for a shrinking violet. Chances are you've seen her, admired her. She has gained a certain fame, or at least notoriety, for being herself on MySpace, where she is known as Forbidden. Two years ago she was working as a Chanel makeup girl at a department store when a friend suggested she put up a profile on the new site. "I was like, 'I don't know, it sounds kind of cheesy,'" she says. Nonetheless, the southern California native was one of MySpace's first 20,000 members, and her pics quickly got attention. Now the 25-year-old has nearly a million "friends," and her home page is one of the most visited on the MySpace network. Think of it as a vote of confidence for the coolest girl in school, only this school has about 90 million people.
Outside of sex, eating is the most primal and sensual act a human being can perform. That means good food isn't just like foreplay, it is foreplay. Once you've taken a girl out once or twice and met her friends, your next stop on the dating train needs to be dinner at your apartment, and it needs to be cooked by you. With the right recipes on your side and a few tricks from yours truly, you can come off like a master chef even if the closest you ever got to culinary school was the sloppy-joe bar in your eighth-grade cafeteria. Knowing how to cook a great meal is akin to having a well-tailored suit in your closet--it makes you look like a million bucks with a minimal amount of effort. The three dates' worth of dishes we present here were specifically chosen to look tantalizing while being nearly impossible to screw up. This will leave your mind free to focus on other important things, such as, say, making conversation and not getting caught staring at her legs. They're also designed to slowly turn up the heat, from the simple elegance of berries and crème fraîche on the first date to oysters, crab and filet mignon on the third. But don't worry--even when the food is extravagant it's still a cinch to make. And bear in mind that all three of these desserts double as fabulous breakfasts should the need arise. To maximize your food's impact, keep a few things in mind as you go. First, women eat with their eyes as much as their mouth. That means presentation counts for half, if not more. Don't skip subtle touches like sprigs of fresh basil or a curl of Parmesan shaved with a carrot peeler. Attention to detail is as important to cooking as it is to sex. Figure out who in your town sells the best vegetables, the best herbs, the best seafood and the best cuts of beef. Buy food in season. Find a wine-store employee who will make you look smart for your $15 purchase. Pick the lady up in the morning with coffee in hand and take her food shopping to five different places; then cook the afternoon away over a blazing Syrah. She'll be asking to keep a toothbrush at your place in no time.
Steve Jones and John Lydon are talking. It's a Friday in March, a cool L.A. midafternoon; they're sitting in a small, dark studio at Indie 103.1, the Los Angeles-Orange County FM station where Jones has done his two-hour show, Jonesy's Jukebox, five days a week since 2004. Jones is wearing a yellow T-shirt that says I Can't Live Without My Radio and a pair of thick-framed horn-rims; Lydon's got a purple sweatshirt and spiky hair the color of dirty brass, and they've just discovered that the pro-choice movement has missed its chance to elect them its musical spokesmen.
The sartorial standards of students are shoddy at best. [Popped collars?] To restore faith in the future of American style, we sought out the sharpest students in the country. From thousands of applicants, we chose six guys with six different personalities and looks to showcase the best in class.
Despondent after two nights of degradation in a brothel in Milan, he was consoled by another patron. "Do not despair, " said the man. "This is the first step on the road back to God." He did not believe this for a moment-- but decided it was as good a place to start as any.
It's that time of year again. Tweedy professors are blowing the dust off their syllabi. Fraternity pledges are gritting their teeth and taking it like men. ("Thank you, sir, may I have another?") The NCAA football season is under way, the stadiums packed on Saturdays with rabid fans clutching cups of cold beer and urging the Fighting Whatevers on to victory. Fall is here, and school is in session. In accord with age-old tradition, we're throwing our own back-to-school party by featuring some of the world's most beautiful coeds in a student-body pictorial. You won't find many teams of near-nude women playing tug-of-war on most campuses, but you'll find one here.
How would you like to kick it on the beach with Dr. Dre, Nas and OutKast? For one New York City entrepreneur, that's a typical October. Rene McLean created the Power Summit, an annual gathering of hip-hop's biggest wheelers, dealers and artists, and this month he convenes his ninth one, in the Dominican Republic. Originally, the summit's purpose was to bring new artists into contact with top street, club, mix-tape and radio DJs, the folks who ultimately choose what gets played and what doesn't. "I had been going to all these radio and music conventions," McLean says, "and every time I went, there was a void. They might have had one rap or hip-hop panel, but it was, like, at nine A.M. on a Sunday. I thought, Okay, we're not a priority here." His Power Summit was an instant hit and has since helped launch such artists as 50 Cent, Kanye West, the Game and Juvenile. Though fashion and marketing have been added to the mix, the Summit remains true to its roots--the music. One of the fixtures is the annual MC battle for a $50,000 prize. "Every year," McLean says, "one act stands out, and everybody says, 'Hey, that's the new shit!'"
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