Last month we celebrated our 55th anniversary. With this issue, you are peering into the future. It's packed with pleasant surprises, new looks and fresh formats—the latest development of our magic mix of entertainment, timely information, probing dialogue and the world's most genetically blessed women. While Playboy offers the modern man and woman many products (fragrances, sexy T-shirts, snowboards) and services (radio programs, TV channels, events), it's mostly a state of mind, a set of principles that have changed our way of life for the better.
All the women in your Bond (tills tribute (November) are gorgeous, but how could you forget Jill St. John? Besides looking great in a bikini, she was the first American Bond girl. When Sean Connery meets her in Diamonds Are Forever she changes her hair color three times, asking which he prefers. Bond says it doesn't matter, "as long as the collars and cuffs match." Rick Readence Wickliffe, Ohio
In Facts. Bond Facts (November) you reprint a photo taken from the For Your Eyes Only movie poster. James Bond is seen through the long legs of a woman holding a crossbow. Does anyone know to whom those legs belong?
My initial reaction to Will Blythe's profile of young Barack Obama organizer Lamont Carolina (The Campaign of His Life, November) was "Oh boy, another story about a kid from the ghetto saved by the benevolence of liberal white Democratic superheroes." But as I read on, my attitude changed—this is a profound human story inspired by a profound campaign. Carolina's belief that he can now look at the presidential seal "and know that it means us" reflects our nation's political transformation. Jeff Johnson Washington, D.C.
As I browse the list of your international editions at playboy.com, it's refreshing to see imj\ybov is now published in so many former communist countries, such as Bulgaria, Estonia, Georgia, Lithuania, Poland, Romania, Russia, Slovakia, Slovenia and Ukraine. I like to think my military service during the Cold War in some small way helped make that possible. Jack Driggers Charlotte, North Carolina
I have been reading im.avbov since the 1950s and always see how long it takes me to find the Rabbit Head on the cover. After scanning every square inch of the November photo, I was about to concede when I caught sight of the elusive little rascal nuzzling Rachelle Leah's left breast. He was laughing at me.
As the author of Exercising the Penis, I've done my fair share of research on man's favorite organ. Although Chip Rowe covers many newfound truths in The Sexual Male, Part Fwe: The Hard Facts (November), he fails to address the benefits of penis exercise. Writing in the British Journal of Urology International, Grace Dorey reports some exercises can improve erectile strength as effectively as drugs. And a 2008 study by Dr. Laurence Levine in The Journal of Sexual Medicine found that using a traction device can not only correct the curvature of Peyronie's disease but increase length and girth. Finally, many men have reported increased size through a technique called jelqing. My guess is that, rather than handing out Viagra, physicians will be prescribing penile workouts within 10 years.
Shh. America Olivo is in Friday the 13th. the reboot of the well-known slasher series, in theaters this month, but she won't talk about it. Won't tell us about her character, Amanda, and what grisly fate may or may not be in store. America (say it like "Costa Rica") is guarding the details like state secrets. Such is not the case with Bitch Slap, her other upcoming release. A tale of three busty vixens meting out cleavage and violence in the desert, it bears more than a little resemblance to Russ Meyer's classic Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! "It's a festival of girl-on-girt fighting and boobs," she boasts. "This is dirty fighting—UFC stuff. If Russ Meyer were alive today, he'd make Bitch Slap." Just don't tell her she's spoofing Meyer. "It's not a parody," she insists. "We're paying homage, like Taran-tino and Rodriguez did with Grind-house. I love genre films." For America, though, it's part love, part genetic predisposition. Her mother is Danica D'Hondt, a statuesque former Miss Canada who played bombshells in several 1960s drive-in flicks, as well as on TV shows The Man From U.N.C.LE. and The Wild Wild West. Despite the hot mom, America was never one to flaunt her own gifts. "I was very shy," she recalls. "In college I wouldn't change clothes in front of my roommates. I'm a good Catholic girl gone really, really bad." Later, with help from photographer friend Caesar Lima, America became comfortable with nudity. Extremely. "You don't see my boobies in Bitch Slap, but you do in Friday the 13th." she says. Umm, America? Don't look now, but your state secrets are showing.
You may be familiar with a diagram or two from the Kama Sutra, but when it comes to two ladies fornicating, what do you know about the different ways of doing it? At left are a few instructive photos from Lesbian Sex: 101 Love-making Positions by Jude Schell. Can you match each arrangement with one of the following names?
Cointreau, the orange liqueur essential to a sidecar and nice in a margarita, has gone solid. Booze tends to want to stay liquid, but after months of research, Cointreau's scientists figured out how to "spherify" the stuff into little orange globs that resemble caviar. You can't do this at home. Really, you can't—you need a special science kit to do it, and they're not for sale. Fortunately, Cointreau sent kits to mixologists, who are putting them to use. For a ballsy cocktail, try the Hawaiian saimin at 33 in Boston, the limoncello drop at Max Downtown in Hartford, Connecticut or the pomegranate pearls at Daniel in Manhattan.
Simon Helberg's character Howie Wolowitz can be described as the coolest of the awkward brainiacs on the sitcom The Big Bang Theory. "He's definitely the most put together," says Helberg. "His goal in life is physical contact with girls, and he thinks he has it down to a science." For any man who has ever tried to stand out and ended up looking weird (which is most of us), Howie is immensely sympathetic.
PLAYBOY: You work at a pizzeria? DANIELLE: Not just a pizzeria—it's a Chicago chain called Pizza-Ria. I co-founded it in the early 2000s, and in the years since, I've sold off some of the restaurants to friends and family. PLAYBOY: Wow, you started young. DANIELLE: When I was 21 I owned nine restaurants.
In director Tom Tykwer's pulse pounder The International, Clive Owen, as an Inter-pol agent, and Naomi Watts, as a Manhattan assistant DA, traverse the globe to bring the world's biggest bank—whose tentacles are wrapped around conspiracy, murder, government destabilization and more—to justice. "This movie reminds me of the paranoid political thrillers of the 1970s, a time when many people mistrusted the government," says Owen. "Today we're in the middle of a frighteningly fragile economic period that is the result of relying on the banking community to police itself. The International is a fictional film, but it's relevant because it keeps pace with that deepening sense of conspiracy and public fear." Owen asserts that his newest movie provides visceral thrills alongside its topicality. "Everyone will talk about an
The reinvention of Friday the 13th features Jason Voorhees as the killer (it's his mom in the 1980 slasher classic). The 2009 version reportedly incorporates elements from the first four Friday movies, including the trademark hockey mask Jason started wearing in 1982's Friday the 13th Part 3.
Back in 2000 sultry British actress Rhona Mitra is still a little wet behind the ears in Hollow Man (pictured) just before she falls victim to Kevin Bacon's violent invisible touch. After empowering herself with strong roles on FX's Nip/Tuck and in the postapocalyptic Doomsday, Mitra is ready to vamp it up in the prequel Underworld: Rise of the Lycans.
(360, PC, PS3) This blood-drenched retelling of Jason's journeys gives you an immense world and powerful allies (Hercules, Achilles and others). Sure, there are a few drawn-out, repetitive quests, but on the whole it's an amusing, lusty, classically tinged diversion. VVV -Scott Steinberg
legged penguins that contain karmi-cally rejected human souls and die easily. Luckily you have a thousand of them ready to sacrifice themselves to get you through this strangely endearing, extremely Japanese action platforming game. VVVV4 -Chris Hudak
Hard rockers Hinder recently took sexy album art to the next level with the "X-rated" edition of their CD Take It to the Limit. Six nude Playboy models lurk in the background of the cover photo, and the interior art shows band members partying with the girls, who are in states of
What's it like being a contestant on the trivia-and-strippers program Show Us Your Wits? Let us take you through it.... Question: Who painted the Sistine Chapel ceiling? Easy as pie! Although it is a bit distracting that the lingerie-clad questioner is Playmate Daphnee Duplaix. Concentrate-Question: What chronic neurological disorder is characterized by sudden attacks of sleeping? There's a girl named Jazmine sitting on your lap, wearing a tiny bikini. Note the tautness of her buttocks and the light dusting of glitter. You're having a sudden attack of wakefulness in your pants. Concentrate. Question: What variety of apple shares a name with Japan's highest mountain? Jazmine is no longer wearing a bikini. She is fully naked and looming over you. How about them apples. Concentrate. Question: What bourbon-based cocktail is the traditional beverage at the Kentucky Derby? Bottoms up. You notice a small tattoo—a word you can't quite make out—on Jazmine's coccyx. Concentrate. Question: What TV chef makes "30-Minute Meals"? Jazmine's coccyx tattoo is one inch from your eyes, but you still can't read it, not with her bobbing up and down like that. It sure as hell doesn't say rachael ray, so you won't be getting this question right, either. Time's up, Ken Jennings. Catch Show Us Your Wits Saturday nights on Playboy TV.
Since the dawn of time—or at least since 2002—there have been only seven Cyber Girls of the Year. The inaugural winner was Erika Michelle Barre, who reigned until Merritt Cabal (above), the pride of Harahan, Louisiana, was named CGOY 2003. Soon CGOY 2008 Jo Garcia will cede the limelight to one of the 12 Cyber Girls of the Month vying to be CGOY 2009. Meet the winner at club.playboy.com.
SUPER BOWL XLIII will last about four hours. What will you do the rest of the weekend? Start here.... Tampa's best steak house: BERN'S, one of the country's greatest. The strip sirloin weighs 3.75 pounds (bernssteakhouse.com). Strip club: MONS VENUS. Touching is as encouraged as tipping (monsvenus.com). Dive bar: THE HUB (813-229-1553). Late-night food: MEMA'S ALASKAN TACOS—open till three a.m. (813-242-8226). Cocktail lounge: BLUE MARTINI (bluemartinilounge.com). Happy hour: MACDINTON'S, from five p.m. to seven p.m. (macdintons.com). Hangover breakfast: LENNY'S RESTAURANT, where the bacon is so good you can smell it from the stadium (727-799-0402).
For 55 years this magazine has advised men all over the globe on how to live large after dark. This month we launch our City Guides, insiders' hot lists of where to go and what to do in America's top 10 most happening urban party meccas. Check it out and vote for your favorite spots at playboy.com.
Ybor City, a historic Tampa neighborhood, was settled by cigar makers 120 years ago. You can still walk down Seventh Avenue and see workers hand-assembling masterpieces at King Corona, Metropolitan and Gonzalez y Martinez. Our choice: El Sol (elsolcigars .com), a smoky storefront opened in 1929 by Guy and Mary Saitta, both master rollers. Today it's run by their grandson Bob.
Gap between the median salaries of a law-school graduate ($106,120) and Joe Bachelor's Degree ($47,240), according to figures from The Wall Street journal. That's almost enough to buy a life-size replica of yourself built with Legos (see right) every year of your career. All you have to do is be really smart and possibly sell your soul.
Your iPhone is ringing, but it's 10 below. Do you sacrifice your hands or your friendship? Neither. You just use your Dots Cloves ($20. dotsgloves .com). The brass fingertips conduct the electric charge your skin carries, which in turn allows you to operate the touch screens on phones, ATMs and other gadgets.
Women obsess about the perfect little black dress. We obsess about the perfect little black laptop. Don"t look now, but we think the Voodoo Envy 133 (from $1,900. voodoopc .com) may be the One. Impossibly svelte at .7 inches thick, it's made of carbon fiber, weighs just over three pounds and is filled with smart tech. such as a power brick that doubles as a Wi-Fi router. Plus, it has an instant-on OS that boots before Windows and gets you to music, the Web and Skype in a flash—which means it's ready to party anytime, just like our favorite little-black-dress girls.
We love snowboards because they double as artistic canvases. They help you make a statement on the slopes even if you can't pull of fa backside 540stalefish. This season Burton's making the world a prettier place by covering its rides with our favorite kind of art. Its Love series ($430, burton.com) features Cheryl Bach-man (Miss October 1991), Carol Vitale (Miss Duly 1974), Teri Peterson (Miss Duly 1980, pictured near right) and Sandy Dohnson (Miss Dune 1974, far right). Take your pick. Dust don't let her distract you from that 40-foot lip coming up.
Ryan Frank's Inkuku chair ($3,100. ryanfrank.net) may look like a nouveau cream puff, but it's decidedly secondhand. The padding that swells from every surface is made of plastic shopping bags that toted eggs, milk and bananas into hundreds of homes before being pressed into service to cushion your behind. Add the recycled-aluminum frame and you have a chair that has been around the block even when it's fresh out of the box.
WHEN THINGS DON'T GO RIGHT WHAT NIKE LEARNED IN CHINA
The year was 1980. We were number three in branded U.S. athletic-shoe sales. Our best-selling shoe was the Waffle Trainer. Michael Jordan was a senior at Laney High School in Wilmington, North Carolina.
I have no problem kissing my boyfriend after he goes down on me, but he's repulsed if I try to kiss him after giving him head. He says it's gross and just wrong. What does the Advisor think?—K.L., Cleveland, Ohio
Crusading moralizer Eliot Spitzer resigned as New York governor after wiretaps linked him to the Emperors Club VIP escort agency. The scandal made call girl Ashley Alexandra Dupre a celebrity—but can it help her music career? For now, wife Silda stands by her man.
Eva Mendes took it all off for a bootylicious PETA advertisement; Heidi Klum channeled Tom Cruise in Risky Business for a high-energy television commercial for the popular video game Guitar Hero World Tour.
Cyber Girl of the Year Jo Garcia (right) sexed up Nintendo's Wii Fit add-on in videos featuring topless skiing and yoga. British model Emma Frain followed with topless Wii hula hooping for zootoday.com.
Christie Brinkley split with Peter Cook in truly nasty divorce proceedings that included detailed accounts of his affair with then-teenage assistant Diana Bianchi and his $3,000-a-month Internet porn habit.
Miley Cyrus had sugar for singer Katy Perry (whose "I Kissed a Girl" topped the charts), DJ Samantha Ronson liked Lindsay Lohan for the same two reasons we do. and Scarlett Johansson smooched Penelope Cruz on-screen and Natalie Portman off.
REALITY TV IS A CRUEL NAKED LESBIAN MISTRESS, INDEED
On her reality dating show A Shot at Love II. TV bisexual Tila Tequila (a Cyber Girl in 2002 as Tila Nguyen) chose playboy model Kristy Morgan from among the 30 male and female candidates—only to be rebuffed.
When he was busted for DWI in Virginia, then-New York representative Vito Fos-sella blurted that he was en route to visit his sick daughter— the product of a surreptitious affair with retired Air Force lieutenant colonel Laura Fay. End of career.
Uavid Uuchovny. who plays an oversexed writer on the series Californication. entered rehab for sex addiction. He denied he had cheated on wife Tea Leoni with a tennis instructor (and forced a British tabloid to retract claims that he had). Reports pointed to an overfondness for Internet porn.
The National Enquirer busted former presidential hopeful John Edwards, whose wife has inoperable cancer, for having an affair with campaign videog-rapher Rielle Hunter. Edwards fessed up to the fling but denies he's Hunters baby daddy.
French president Nicolas Sarkozy struck a blow tor average-looking world leaders everywhere when he married singer and former model Carla Bruni. Bruni's history of exhibitionism moved cartoonist Christo Komar to do a riff on Eugene Delacroix's iconic painting Liberty Leading the People.
Sarah Silverman's "I'm Fucking Matt Damon" video on Jimmy Kimmel Live! was funny. Kimmel's "We Are the World"-style comeback, "I'm Fucking Ben Affleck," featuring Brad Pitt, Cameron Diaz. Perry Farrell, Macy Gray and a gospel choir, was epic.
After denying the charges for months, then-Detroit mayor Kwame Kilpatnck admitted he had lied under oath about his affair with his erne; of staff, Christine Beatty. The smoking gun? Sexy text messages.
Lindsay Lohan didn't have a new movie in theaters in 2008, but relentless clubbing with her lesbian lover made her an evergreen news story. A highlight was her tribute to the legendary Marilyn Monroe—the star who launched playboy—in New York magazine. The cover and inside photos are re-creations of Marilyn's famous "Last Sitting," taken by Bert Stern in 1962.
Less than two months before the election, controversial sculptor Daniel Edwards unveiled his bust of Michelle Obama reimagined as a topless African queen. And to women looking to get off with a sex toy based on our 44th president, headostate .com said yes, you can.
Hef's 82nd year started out with a fond tribute from a birthday-suited Pamela Anderson, Miss February 1990. His love life hit a speed bump with the departure of main squeeze Holly Madison but soon picked back up with the arrival of at least three potential new Girls Next Door: college student Amy Leigh Andrews and twins Kristina and Karissa Shannon.
Shooting Blanks: In a bandit-ridden region of India officials are using guns to fight overpopulation: Men who submit to vasectomy surgery are fast-tracked for a firearms license. Safe Garter: Brazilian lingerie maker Lucia Lorio introduced ladies' undies fitted with a GPS tracking device. Lorio touted it as a safety feature for women in urban areas; feminists called it a high-tech chastity belt.
Okay, But No Kissing: Researchers in the Republic of the Congo snapped the first photos of gorillas performing face-to-face intercourse. It had been believed that humans and bonobos were the only primates so inclined, with the rest favoring rear entry. Fresh-Picked: According to a study published in Animal Behaviour, some male monkeys trade grooming for sex. Female macaques normally have sex 1.5 times an hour, but after grooming by a male the rate jumps to 3.5. Mushy Stuff: A researcher at the University of Washington found that oysters, long thought to be aphrodisiacs, are hardly intimate in their own lovemaking. Male and female oysters release into the water millions of sperm and eggs coated with a massive number of proteins, not all of which are compatible. It's then up to the little buggers to figure out for themselves who can fertilize whom.
As always, researchers can't keep their mind out of the bedroom. A roundup of findings from all over the globe: Australia: Depressed women have more sex! University of Hawaii: Fat women have more sex! India: Sex can make you fatter! Pfizer: Viagra may help women on antidepressants achieve orgasm! University of Miami: Viagra may help you win the Tour de France! Texas A&M: Watermelons may have Viagra-like properties! Sweden: Coffee may cause a woman's breasts to shrink!
How the mighty have fallen. Guy Ritchie cited, of all things, wife Madonna's body as a deciding factor in their divorce. He reportedly told friends that making love to the super-buff sex symbol was "like cuddling up to a piece of gristle."
A British documentary focuses on women with a condition called objectum-sexuality: Unable to connect emotionally with fel- I low humans, they fall in love with objects great and small. Its star is Erika, an American woman who married that ultimate phallic symbol, the Eiffel Tower, and changed her name to—wait for it—Erika La Tour Eiffel.
Welcome to Peepville, USA, population 300 million and growing. We used to have our fun watching make-believe characters. But then we all got wired up and started exchanging our own real-life stories, pictures and movies. That's when we realized we like peep cul-j ture more than pop culture. So now we spend our free time watch-J ing ourselves and one another. We have blogs, social networks, webcams, chat rooms, surveillance cameras, paparazzi, podcasts and all kinds of ways to keep ourselves entertained. Residents of Peepville not only love watching, they love being watched. It's fun, but it's also confusing. When is a secret camera in the bathroom amusing fodder for the Internet, and when is it an invasion of privacy? Can I make money blurting out my innermost feelings on TV? Can I be elected to higher office by telling the story of how my teenage daughter got pregnant but it's okay because she's marrying her boyfriend? Things were a lot simpler when we lived in Popville. But that doesn't mean Peepville is a bad place to live. It just means we didn't know what we were getting into when we started uploading our sex lives, applying to Big Brother 8 and storing our day-to-day agendas on Google Calendar data clouds. So in the interest of furthering our integration into this new world order, here are seven things you need to know about peep culture. m
Don't be embarrassed about exposing your private life. Everyone's doing it. Take John Egly and his family. They hail from Pooles-ville, Maryland. In 2004 the Fox television show Trading Spouses called up Egly. He had never seen Trading Spouses or imagined himself on television. In fact, his 15-year-old daughter sent in the requisite application to the then fledgling show. "I picked up the phone," Egly tells me, "and they said, 'This is Trading Spouses calling.' And I said, 'Thank you very much, but we're not really into that.'" But guess what. The Eglys were into it. A fun-loving liberal Jewish couple living their version of the American dream, complete with four kids and seven horses, the Eglys seemed eccentric enough to be interesting and normal enough to appeal to the mainstream. As for the Eglys, well, they were offered
2 THE LONELY-PLANET THEORY: PEEP SHOWS US THAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE JUST LIKE US
Peep culture, in which we exchange our personal lives for the chance to provide entertainment, advice, inspiration or catharsis to others, is not about the money. As David Lyle, president of Fox Reality, puts it, "They're not doing it for money. They're doing it because they want to." Consider the case of New Jersey blogger Lisa Sargese. She writes an excruciatingly detailed blog about her life before and after gastric-bypass surgery. Here's a sample: "Most people stand in the shower. I did not. Holding my body upright was a workout I could not sustain. Instead, I sat on the edge of the tub with the shower curtain tucked under me to keep the shower water inside the tub." Sargese tells me she started blogging because she wanted to tell the truth about her lonely, isolating life. As she writes on her blog, "Sometimes knowing that we're not alone with our weird habits or our uncomfortable feelings makes us less ashamed." This is the lonely-planet theory of peep culture. We peep because the world is a big lonely place, and this is a way to make connections and alleviate some of that loneliness. When we peep, we learn that our problems are your problems. We share something, and that makes us feel better, alive, part of the world.
The challenge isn't to protect your privacy in the age of peep culture. It's to figure out how best to capitalize on your private life—whether that's selling your intimate stories to the highest bidder or agreeing to have your purchases monitored in exchange for rewards. Privacy is no longer an inalienable right; it's just another commodity to sell. The arc of Washington. D.C. law professor Daniel Solove's thinking is instructive. In his first book, The Digital Person: Technology and
Despite our eagerness to exchange private life for community, peep doesn't make us happy. Peep culture does a good job connecting us to others and making all of us feel we have the potential to be special, but seemingly effortless connection turns out to be a lot of work. Peep comes with a price. It turns us into actors. We're always pretending, posing, working on our profiles. In return we expect attention and anticipate stardom. "One amazing thing that doesn't seem to change," says Los Angeles casting director Tamra Barcinas, who cast the documentary American Teen and countless reality shows, "is that each person seems to think they are a unique and special snowflake and have something to offer that nobody else has ever seen." In the age of peep, the onus is on us to get noticed. We're special, and our life stories deserve attention. If you don't pay attention to me, I need to come up with better ways to get you to pay attention to me. Today, as psychology professor Jean Twenge, author of the book Generation Me, explains, "Your identity is your product." The pressure to create an identity worth peeping at can make us miserable. Lisa Sargese's career is interesting here. Early in her campaign to reveal the truth about her life as an obese woman undergoing gastric-bypass surgery, she railed against the silence that met her posts. "LEAVE ME A COMMENT," she begged in all caps on Wednesday, December 13, 2006. "Let me know you're out there!:-)" Two years later Sargese no longer begs for comments. They arrive with enough frequency to convince her she has a future as a celebrity therapist. "What is this DRIVE I
Go to photo-sharing site webshots.com and enter the search phrase "breaking the seal." You will find hundreds of photos of people about to take a piss. We peep for friendship, for community, for the opportunity to reinvent ourselves. There are plenty of reasons to peep, but none explains why we want to look at ourselves and others going to the bathroom. Peep is addictive. Or to put it another way, peep culture teaches us to "break the seal." Consider the rise of Twitter. Twitter users (there are as many as 6 million of them) report on their lives several times a day. The messages go to the in-boxes, cell phones and websites of friends, family, acquaintances and even the occasional stranger. For instance, by clicking on a random face on the Twitter website, I discover that Bridget of Buffalo ("Bio: dancer, baker, teacher, student, soon to be a librarian, "smiles*") is complaining about the rain, is listening to her dog snore, is at work. Twitter is peep without the drama of reality TV or the pretension of blogging. "We became addicted very quickly," says rumpled and tattooed Twitter founder Jack Dorsey, explaining how the concept of constant life updates immediately took hold in the office. Dorsey tells me about "connection with very low expectation." He talks about using Twitter to achieve a greater rapport with his family. He describes one night when he Twittered 700 or so people, telling them he was in a bar, drinking whiskey. "It's funny because I actually started drinking late in life, at like 22 or so. So my parents, who live in St. Louis, never really knew I started drinking. We were drinking whiskey, and I decided to Twitter about it. And my mom was like, 'I knew you drank cider sometimes, but whiskey?'" The more we peep, the more it seems okay to put everything out there for public consumption. Like going to the bathroom when your bladder is full, you start doing it naturally, without thinking. "There's a sense." says Dorsey, "that you're just putting information out there, so there's not so much weight to what you're writing." Connection without expectation turns out to be addictive. Once you start, why stop?
We like to think of peep culture as an amateur phenomenon, something the kids are doing for fun. But peep isn't a fad; it's big business. Corporate entities actively encourage us to consume the lives of others as if they were bags of barbecue potato chips. They promise to protect our privacy, but they make money by recording, retaining and repurposing every blog post, Amazon book review, text message, product preference and YouTube upload. Some of the biggest companies in the world are in the business of fostering and making possible what are often self-destructive peep behaviors. A quick example: Roughly two years (concluded on page 110)
American innovation takes peep culture to the next level when photographer Tom Howard sneaks a camera Into the execution of Ruth Snyder. The resulting photo covers the front page of the New York Dally News.
Ten years ago futurist David Brin argued in his book The Transparent Snciels that we should stop protecting privacy and work toward the Utopian notion of transparency. In the transparent society there would be no secrets. All citizens would have equal access to equal information. Since Brin's speculations on the benefits of transparency, various writers have pointed to the new era of ubiquitous peeping and widespread surveillance (self-directed and otherwise) as evidence that we are moving toward just such a society. But is that what's happening? So far peep has belonged to those individuals and corporations with the wherewithal to turn themselves into carefully crafted characters. Transparency in our current peep climate has become a new kind of public relations. Thriving in Peepville means creating convincingly transparent identities—"Look, I've got nothing to hide!"—while carefully hoarding secrets of significance for use as future commodities. It's a difficult act. But you need to start practicing, because peep
The Donald sure cm pick 'em. last year he gave I'MOY 2005 Tiffany Fallon a chance on The Celebrity Apprentice, and this season he extended the invitation to another I'MOY, 2001's Brande Roderick. One of Brande's early tasks was selling cupcakes for charity. Hef dispatched Miss November 2001 L.indsev Vuolo to donate $5,000 from the Hugh M. Hefner Foundation to Brande's team. Sweet.
"Doctors pump drugs into pregnant women, and these drugs affect rhc baby," Miss August 2001 Jennifer Wnlcott told us and Holistic Health Miigjziitt'. discussing the natural birth of her beautiful and healthy son, Jett. "I didn't want to poison my baby." Jennifer is raising jctt organically, staying away from store-bought formula. "I was adamant about breast-feeding, but my implants affected my milk ducts. I make my own organic raw-milk concoction with whey and other ingredients. It takes minutes and costs onlv S4 a dav."
Putting on Marvin (iaye to get your lover in the mood on Valentine's Day is like giving roses—it lacks creativity' and real passion. Don't worry. International D| Miss January 2004 Colleen Shannon has you covered. On her site she has assembled a streaming playlist that features hot remixes of Estelle's "American Boy" and Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here," as well as a mash-up of Oasis and |ay-Z. Log on to djcolleenshannon.com to turn her on.
If I, a white guy, had penned the words "History has demonstrated that...only when black and white folk work together to confront challenges in our society can significant change happen," would I be patriarchal or racist ("Welcome to Post-Racial America." November)? Might I be suggesting significant change can come about only if whites help blacks make it happen or if whites allow blacks the chance to change? Rosa Parks, Bobby Seale and Frederick Douglass, to name a few, might be offended. I am not surprised Tavis Smiley doesn't want to see the national conversation on race garner less of the limelight, since he is so vested in that conversation. But what amazes me is how Smiley can diminish the biggest thing to happen to black America—and to America—in 30 years because it is not the final solution to all of America's race-relations
Washington, d.c. In May 2007 we wrote about subversion of the Posse Comitatus Act, a law that prohibits the federal government from using the military to police citizens. It may have seemed alarmist to some, but last fall Army Times reported the unthinkable had come to pass: A unit attached to the Army's Northern Command is training for domestic operations and "may be called upon to help with civil unrest and crowd control." (The Army has since denied this and insists the force would respond only to disasters.) The unit, the 3rd Infantry Division's 1st Brigade Combat Team, will be on call for one year, through October 2009, but "expectations are that another, as yet unnamed, active-duty brigade will take over and that the mission will be a permanent one." In an interview on Democracy Now, Colonel Michael Boatner of USNORTHCOM explained how the unit would deploy, saying, "They ultimately have weapons, heavy weapons, combat vehicles and other service capabilities, including technical life-saving support, at their home station at Fort Stewart, Georgia, but they wouldn't bring that stuff with them. In fact, they're prohibited from bringing it. They would bring their individual weapons, which is the standard policy for deployments in the homeland. Those would be centralized and containerized, and they could only be issued to the soldiers with the secretary of defense's permission."
Washington. D.c. Showing a dramatic rise in support, 104 former generals and admirals signed a statement in favor of getting rid of the military's "don't ask, don't tell" position regarding gays. (The previous year, just 28 signed a similar statement.) Since the policy was established in 1994, the armed forces have booted more than 12,000 servicemen and -women based on their sexuality. The former military leaders cited soldiers' professionalism and urged the U.S. to join the U.K., Israel and other Western countries in allowing gays to serve uncloseted. One signatory, retired admiral Charles Larson, explained, "I know a lot of young people now—even people in the area of having commands of ships and squadrons—and they are much more tolerant. And they believe, as I do, that we have enough regulations on the books to enforce proper standards of human behavior." We
ou saw MisCHA BARTON in this space last month—and let I us tell you, it's no small feat to make it into consecutive Grapevines. On top of that, she's in both the last black-and-white Grapevine and the first color Grapevine. Oh yeah, welcome to the first color Grapevine]
W The hot look for spring, spotted on the runways dur-' ing New York's Fashion Week: clothing that is part see-through, part not there at all. If a co-worker shows up in this Jill Stuart outfit, be sure to compliment her.
SALMA HAYEK had to don a snug dirndl after losing a bet on the German TV show Wetten. Doss..? ("Wanna Bet?"). We're guessing the wardrobe department didn't know the bodacious-anyway Hayek was still breast-feeding. We'll also go ahead and guess Karl Lagerfeld is supercreepy.
No idle hands here. When not shooting for Playboy Special Editions and the Club. CARLOTTA CHAMPAGNE is known to make handbags, belts, prom dresses and garter belts (pictured) out of condoms. See more of her crafts at carlyscondomnation.com.
It's Not Me. It's You. the second album from cheeky British pop singer LILY ALLEN, is due in stores on February 10. The publicity campaign will likely include concerts, TV appearances and a whole lot of this sort of thing.
SEX AND MUSIC ISSUE-WE CELEBRATE TWO OF LIFE'S MOST PRIMAL PLEASURES NEXT MONTH, BEGINNING WITH COVER MODEL AUBREY O'DAY. HER SEXUALITY WAS STIFLED WHEN SHE WAS PART OF DIDDY'S GIRL GROUP DANITY KANE, BUT NOW O'DAY IS LIBERATED AND READY TO REVEAL HER TRUE SELF IN A SHOWSTOPPING PICTORIAL.