I love Claire Sinclair's tribute to Gil Elvgren, the greatest pinup artist of all time, Vargas notwithstanding (Claire Sinclair Is Playmate of the Year, June). Gil would have been thrilled—it's too bad he isn't around to bask in the well-earned glory. Thank you to playboy and Claire for remembering him. Louis Meisel New York, New York
In June's Raw Data you write that Roy Rogers's horse, Trigger, was "stuffed and preserved." Rogers hated it when fans asked about Trigger being stuffed. He preferred the term mounted. I don't know why Roy got riled by stuffed, but he was king of the cowboys and his wishes should be honored. Happy trails.
I'm not sure which is worse, the so-called activist antics of James O'Keefe or the literary tongue bath given to him by Jordan Lieberman (Who Does James O'Keefe Think He Is?, May). O'Keefe is the political equivalent of Johnny Knoxville. If the left were to pull such stunts, conservative ideologues would be crying like babies. Nate Gillam Seattle, Washington
I have been a subscriber to playboy for many years and am disappointed with your turn to the left. The latest example is the Playboy Interview with Lawrence O'Donnell (June), a progressive hack who impugns the intelligence of pundits with far larger audiences.
Lawrence O'Donnell says he doesn't drink alcohol because he disliked his first taste. Only a narrow-minded person doesn't look beyond his first taste of anything. Please invite O'Donnell to a Mansion party so he can loosen up. Women and alcohol are gifts from God and should not be taken lightly.
Barney Frank speaks in May of an evolving federal government, yet he doesn't seem to realize our democratic experiment has failed. The time has come for a philosopher king who leads with wisdom no longer found in Congress and who is unaffected by bribes from plutocrats.
Thanks to Jonathan Lethem for his tribute to Ernie Kovacs (Kovacs's Gift, May). For those of us who were devoted fans of Kovacs's ABC Specials, Haydn's String Quartet Op. 3, No. 5 remains the Dutch Masters theme, the song "Sentimental Journey" evokes a rotating pencil sharpener and "Mona Lisa" conjures the image of a beautiful lady in a bubble bath with a periscope rising from the suds. Lethem states that the Nairobi Trio were three men, but my recollection is that the blonde primate pianist was Ernie's wife, Edie Adams. Stephen Beller The Woodlands, Texas
Aye, the recipe you share for jerk chicken sauce ("Exotic Bird," After Hours, June) looks delicious on paper, but after some experimentation I believe it can be improved. Add another three quarters of a cup of molasses, twice as much garlic, a shot of dark rum instead of white wine (which is for landlubbers) and another shot of rum. The parrot agrees!
In The Great Galactic Gold Rush (April) you note in "The Celestial Supermarket" that catching up to an asteroid doing Mach 3 to mine its precious minerals wouldn't be easy. But there is no Mach speed in space. Mach is the ratio of velocity to the local speed of sound, which in space is zero, and dividing by zero creates a black hole.
If summer is synonymous with bikinis, then this summer has been synonymous with Vanesa Espineira. No other woman wears two tiny pieces of Lycra quite like the Spanish model who stole Axe's latest shower-gel commercial. You know the one—Vanesa and a collection of fellow beach beauties tease a sand-covered geek to the 1960s doo-wop beat of Brenda and the Tabulations' "The Wash." Once named "best body in a swimsuit" during a Miss Spain contest, Vanesa hasn't found herself wearing much else these days —professionally at least. "Because of my curves, I do mostly lingerie and swimsuit modeling," she says. Sometimes typecasting can be a good thing.
First there's the pie-eating contest, then it's off to the outhouse race. Next comes the tall-corn competition. Good old boy or 2012 GOP hopeful? This August at the Iowa State Fair they're one and the same. With the Ames Straw Poll, an important harbinger for the Iowa primary, held around the same time, you'll find every Republican presidential candidate at the fair, shaking hands, kissing babies and posing for pictures before a giant butter cow. If they're smart, here's where they'll spend the majority of their time.
The challenge: Transform the courtyard of the Museum of Modern Art offshoot PSl, a public school turned gallery in Queens, into a concert venue for the Warm Up music series, which runs on certain summer Saturdays. The solution: a rope canopy that enhances the courtyard's odd shape, making it an art installation itself while also providing room to party—a brainstorm from the architectural firm Interboro Partners. Further evidence that in New York, the ability to make the most out of a small, unusual space will serve you well.
DON'T COME INTO my bar, Black-Finn in New York City, and order a vodka tonic or a vodka and cranberry with a top-shelf vodka such as Ketel One. If you like Ketel One you should have it neat or on the rocks. Mixers are for well drinks. LET ME KNOV if you see a girl at the end of the bar you're interested in. When she's done with her drink, I'll tell her an awesome, handsome,
BELIEVE IT OR NOT, Susan Holmes-McKagan, supermodel cum bikini magnate, estimates that half the visitors to her online store (susanholmes.net) are men. Akin to lingerie, the bikini is a staple of the romantic getaway, tropical edition. Df course, setting out to purchase a surprise piece of swimwear is rife with complications (her curves, her modesty and her style all need to be accounted for). Listed above are the rules of thumb according to Holmes-McKagan, whose bikinis have been found on the likes of Heidi Klum and Kate Hudson.
Craig Heller, a biologist at Stanford University, likes to demonstrate the dangers of overheating by showing infrared images of the top three runners at the midpoint of a 100-mile endurance race. The first-place runner was the coolest, the second-place runner was warmer and the third-place runner was the hottest. "The guy in the lead won in record time," says Heller. "The guy in second finished about two and a half hours behind the leader, and the guy who was warmest dropped out."
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A vast wilderness with a cup of interesting city on the side, Portland runs dry in August— climatically speaking. With more microbreweries than churches and a free-spirited ethos, Portland provides a dressed-down night on the town, rain or shine. 6 P.M. Dinner can wait since an afternoon isn't complete without a Schnitzelwich, a husky loin of succulent pork surrounded by romaine lettuce, ciabatta and a tangy paprika spread, from Tabor (schnitzelwich.com), a Czech installation in Portland's food-cart scene. Partake of the happy-hour specials at Valentine's (valentineslifeblood .blogspot.com), a discreet downtown bar on a narrow lane, with high ceilings and metal folding chairs. 7:20 P.M. Before the eyes and mind become too bleary,
No one ever asked for a windowless office. The calendars that hang in your cubicle don't feature pictures of other calendars and cubicles. Nor do screen savers scroll through pictures of computer screens. We surround ourselves with pictures of beautiful places for a reason: We long to go to them. So don't turn your summer reprieve into another commute to somewhere you've been before. Instead, go see things few people have seen and do things few people have done. At no time in human history has it been easier to check out that big world of ours. Hop a train from Mali to Senegal. Float down the Amazon. Island-hop along the ragged Croatian coast. Drink yourself happy in Bulgaria's wine country. Bike through Australia. After all, the lust for adventure is hardwired into most of us; it's no coincidence that the great American novel Adventures of Huckleberry Finn ends with Huck announcing he has "got to light out for the territory ahead of the rest." Dust off your passport and go
Bridesmaids date back to Roman times, when they served as decoys for bride-nappers and evil spirits. Of course, they also attract a less nefarious predator— the male wedding guest. Blame socioeconomics for their tendency to indulge him. "Historically, women's economic dependence on men made marriage their only avenue to social mobility," says Laura Grindstaff, a sociology professor at the University of California, Davis. "Weddings exaggerate her singleness. And if she's a woman who thinks marriage is her crowning achievement, she'll be especially vulnerable." In other words: You may now hit on the bridesmaid.
Billy the Exterminator, the Jack the Ripper of the insect world and star of his own A&E reality series, pre-i fers to condemn summer pests (e.g., mosquitoes) the all-natural way. "EcoSMART's products are amazing. Insects have something called octo-pamine, which is like adrenaline for them. The natural oils in EcoSMART's repellents, however, neutralize octo-pamine and kill insects. All the while, it's safer than hand soap." (from $6, ecosmart.com)
The third time could be it for Chris Evans, who—after heating up two Fantastic Four flicks as the Human Torch—grabs a bigger shot at strutting his superhero stuff in Captain America: The First Avenger. Evans plays Marvel Comics' scrawny World War II soldier Steve Rogers, who gets transformed by an experimental serum into a superstrong kicker of Nazi butt. "It was so terrifying trying to take on a role that many people are passionate about that I said no multiple times," says Evans while on a break from reprising his role as Caps in The Avengers. "I love what I'm doing, but I enjoy the anonymity of being able to go out to a ball game. It's a six-picture deal, so I could be doing these movies until I'm fucking 40. Whatever comes my way, my only goal is to make sure the die-hard fans are happy. If they come out of the theater
Bradley Cooper—as a shambling, just-dumped novelist too blocked to write a word—gets fed a magic pill that unlocks the full power of his brain, and bam: He blasts out the book, bangs the super's hot wife, buys sharp new clothes, becomes a Wall Street wizard and wins back his girl (Abbie Cornish). Finan-
We can all agree Olivia Wilde is one of the most desirable women on any planet. The 27-year-old actress steams up the small screen as bisexual doctor Thirteen on House and is future-hot in Iron: Legacy. In 2006's Alpha Dog (pictured), she gets arrested for harboring a fugitive—not for causing palpitations. Director Jon Favreau says she is "key" to this summer's Cowboys & Aliens starring Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford.
If Lewis Carroll's classic Alice's Adventures in Wonderland tale was trippy, this time down the rabbit hole is an acid freak-out. In this version, Alice is freed from an asylum and under psychiatric care while she copes with the death of her family in a mysterious fire. Alice: Madness Returns (360, PC, PS3) follows Alice as she bounces between London and a Wonderland under attack from an evil force. She crosses paths with the Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat, shrinks and grows, turns into a cloud of butterflies and battles killer teapots and playing-card people. It's CSI: Wonderland as Alice tries to save the fantasy world and solve the murder of her family. You'll need time to mellow out after. VVV
I told my wife I fantasize about seeing her with a black man. She allowed me to buy her a black dildo and we've made plans to go to bars so I can watch her flirt with a black man, but she always changes her mind. Is there any hope of my fantasy becoming hers?—J.H., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
. o one can argue that we lack the resources to rescue civilization. The scale and urgency Df the changes we must make can seem overwhelming, but considerwhat the U.S. did during World War II. In his State of the Unian address on January 6,1942-one month after the bombing of Pearl Harbor-President Franklin D. Roosevelt called for the manufacture of45,ODD tanks, GD.DOO planes and several thousand ships. "Let no man say it cannot be done," FDR said. He realized thatthe world's largest concentration of industrial power was in the U.S. automobile industry, which-even during the Depression-produced 3 million or more cars a year. The auto industry expected to continue making cars and simply add on the production of armaments. But
With great power (and beauty) comes great responsibility, and we are pleased that so many of our Playmates use their fame and status to help others. There is no shortage of generous souls in the . Playmate sorority—in fact, as in an award
Ten years ago this month we found Miss August 2001 Jennifer Walcott. The pride of Youngstown, Ohio, Jennifer moved to Hollywood and found herself in high demand. She appeared on "Weakest Link and Howard Stern, in the film American Pie Presents Band Camp and a handful of music videos as well as several Playboy videos. Carmen Electra even selected Jennifer for her celebrity photographer pictorial on Playboy .com. Jennifer is married to former NFL player Adam Archuleta, and the couple has a son named Jett James.
The Georgia Tough Mudder is a grueling 12.4-mile race that requires contestants to crawl through mud, run through fire and sprint through a field of live wires and other freakish obstacles. "To me getting dirty means burning calories, sweating and breaking physical boundaries," says Miss October 2002 Teri Harrison, who survived the event. "It was the most physically challenging experience of my life. I recommend it to anyone who wants to
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I have never agreed with denunciations of pi ay boy as antifemale pornography ("The Bunny Mystique," June). The magazine challenged the 1950s dogma that getting married was the only way to achieve the good life and insisted the "girl next door" enjoyed sex, especially with a man sophisticated enough to set the mood with a tastefully decorated apartment, great music and a refined selection of food and drink, playboy was a staunch defender of women's right to explore their (hetero)sexuality and control their reproductive decisions. But the vision of liberation that Hugh Hefner presented had more in common with the outlook of Helen Gurley Brown—whose 1962 best-seller Sex and the Single Girl taught women to use sex to get access to the good things in life before settling into domesticity—than the view put forward by Betty Friedan, who argued that men and women need sources of meaning beyond consumerism and in addition to sex. Both Hefner and Brown encouraged a certain objec-tification of the other gender, focusing on a few secondary sexual characteristics
In response to "It's the Ink, Not the Canvas," (Newsfront, April), about the artist who fought authorities in Hermosa Beach to open a tattoo parlor, I thought I'd share a typically idiotic letter to the editor published by our local rag: "Tattoos are low class. Tattoo parlors should be in the ghetto where the people who wear them live. You don't see many tattoos at yacht clubs; they are for convicts, drug addicts and criminals. Keep them east of the Pacific Coast Highway, beyond the city gates!" Though I love a good tattoo, I of course realize beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. But just because some people have no fashion sense, are we going to ban stores that sell ugly clothes?
I agree with David Lentz's assessment in Reader Response (May) that Christians are not hypocrites for reading playboy, because Jesus only forbade lusting after married women. The word lust is often misunderstood. In Matthew, Chapter 5, Jesus states that desiring to do something sinful (such as committing murder or adultery) is likewise a sin. If a Christian reads the magazine but does not wish to do anything sinful with the models, I see no harm.