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...male pants;" read the advertisement in the International Herald Tribune. Had the fugitive Black Panther decided to go straight? Hardly. The distinguishing feature of Cleaver's new pants turned out to be an enormous, codpiece-like set of external genitalia. "I want to solve the problem of the fig leaf mentality," explained Cleaver, who now lives in the Latin Quarter of Paris after spending four years in Algeria. "Clothing is an extension of the fig leaf; it puts our sex inside our bodies. My pants put sex back where it should...
...demand, I cure you, than, as our Lord cursed the fig treat may you depart from this place forever sterile may your generation either at the roots, and a better...
...secondhand can be chic. Says one thrift-shop regular: "My husband is a doctor and we have a maid, so obviously I am not forced to buy in thrift shops. I find it fun. The atmosphere is much friendlier. Everybody is in it together." Mrs. Lee Campbell, who runs Fig Leaf in Arlington, Texas, agrees. "They're bringing in their friends now," she says. "Once, they may not have wanted anyone to know exactly where they found the bargain." Ruth Pollitz, a volunteer salesclerk at the Thrift House for the Federation of Jewish Philanthropies in Manhattan, notes that...
Plant Parenthood. Who cares? Scores of thousands of plant owners, from corporation chieftains with status-symbol Ficus executivus (vicepresidential fig) trees in their offices to the apartment dweller with a $30 Dracaena massangeana (dracaena). As a result, plant doctors (many with degrees in horticulture or agriculture) are as much in demand as pet vets. Drs. Greenthumbs charge an average $15 a housecall, $10 or so a day for plant sitting and as much as $50 to potty train a specimen needing more root space. Boston's Plant Parenthood even offers a vegetative version of Blue Cross-Blue Shield...
...Yeah. He was holding the fig leaves in my face and yelling, "Put these on, for God's sake! Cover-up! Cover-up! This is the cover-up!"... Whoops, did I say that...