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Fifteen years after her first starring role in a fur bikini in One Million Years B.C., Raquel Welch, 42, is writing a book. And in the tradition of Jane Fonda and Miss Piggy, it will be an exercise-beauty-tip plan for which she has already received a $275,000 advance from New American Library. Welch, who has been warming up for her task by practicing on a new $10,000 word processor, says that unlike other get-fit-quick books, hers will emphasize that "the mind and the body are connected." She hasn't actually started writing...
...year in addition to eating their annual treat of bloody ribs and raw meat to honor Packer's memory, the students had a human sandwich. He added, "they rolled out a girls in a bikini who was inside a hero bun, covered with mayonnaise, ketchup and mustard...
...right places ? was a product of genes. You were born with it or you weren't. Today's beauty is heaven sent but earth improved. Women are making themselves stronger and appreciating it in other women. Two years ago, when I'd run down the street in my bikini, it was the men who'd be crashing their cars into telephone poles. Now the women look and go crazy. 'Look at those legs!' they shout. 'Way to go!' " It is the way those aristocrats of physical culture, the modern and ballet dancers, have always gone. Says Impresario Paul Taylor...
...ever thus. Though a 3rd century A.D. Sicilian mosaic reveals an astonishing modern woman ? bikini-clad and sporting a pair of barbells ? women rarely exercised to keep themselves in shape or style. Too often they simply mutilated their bodies. For a thousand years Chinese women bound their feet so tightly that a natural "high heel" was formed, and toes were twisted irreversibly under the arch; African women used discs to form platypus lips; in Burma, tribeswomen encircled their necks with so many heavy metal rings that the vertebrae would separate. In the early 19th century, English fashion...
...controversial scenes, in the movies and in the headlines, but none has quite matched a certain sylvan sequence in On Golden Pond. She stands on the edge of a dock in Squam Lake, N.H., her body firm and svelte, her skin as burnished as an Indian totem, her bikini two bright tattoos. A shiver or two later, she has backflipped off the dock and sliced into the cold water. As sentimental drama, the moment is effective; as cinema, it is unremarkable; as a display of new-fashioned star quality, it is radiant. But, oh, the ruckus it raised...