US Weekly was only called US back then. But if I titled the post “Us circa 1981” you would have probably expect a post about me and my sisters in 1981 sitting in the mud sharing a bag of M & Ms, cause that’s who ‘Us’ was to me at that point in my life.
I was looking at old tabloid style magazines on ebay last week, but the lack of photos for the listings bothered me. I found a group of three US magazines from 1981 for about five bucks. Even after I added the shipping to the cost, it was cheaper per issue than the ones on the news stand down the street, and this was vintage gossip!
It’s quite a change from what you see nowadays. The pages are not glossy, there’s very few photos in color, and there’s a whole lost less smut. Also, they wrote about actual celebrities who are still recognizable today. I doubt in thirty years people will pick up one of today’s copies and have a clue about the John and Kate stupidity that takes up every cover at the checkout stand currently.
I couldn’t think of a good way to convey any articles. They are wordy with few pictures. But the pictures are great, and the ads are even better. Enjoy!
Three cheers for eggshell pantyhose containers! In the eighties, my mother was the taupe pantyhose queen. What a weird color to want your legs to appear. Silly taupe. She bought them by the dozen and I overtook the shells and would find infinite uses for environment unfriendly packaging.
Not only did the articles have more words, the ads were essentially articles themselves. Here we have Humphrey Lloyd and his lovely wife, who bought this bizarre ept test and were able to find out that she was going to have a baby TWO HOURS LATER?!?! What are the parts used in the test up there? Do I need a medical degree to figure them out? Two hours…I cannot get over that. When I found out about Max, I used an at home test. The directions said results in three minutes and the results were two lines and not one. Quick, easy, over. Here you wait through all of Prime Time television and then have to decipher whether you see a brown ring inside of the orange and yellow muck.
I can imagine Humphrey getting all crazy-like during the two hours and driving his poor wife batty. I don’t buy that Humphrey is a doctor, he lied. He looks like a news anchorman or a Mercedes salesman. He might be classy, but he will definitely talk your ear off. He appears a decade or two older than the average father of a newborn. That’s why he’s on the verge of falling onto the little lady. Humphrey just screwed his retirement plans.
I was planning on saving this for the end, but I just showed you panty hose and a home pregnancy test. I need to swing the mood to something more masculine or I am going to lose readers. This is the best photo to complete that job. It’s Tom Selleck and he’s covered in all that Tom Selleck hair! Those shorts are a thing of strange beauty that must have only worked in the 1980’s. I’m sure every woman and gay man alive thought Tom was IT for them. Also, notice that he wears CBS logo clothes? Can you imagine stars today walking around in shirts carrying the name of the place that pays them?
This was the last photo I took and it was after beating a housefly with this issue…so the magazine did not lie flat for the scan.
I haven’t see Raiders of the Lost Ark in years. But I remember thinking it was a better than average flick. The reviewer of the film rips it apart as though it’s just as poorly directed as Howard The Duck.
…our hero is never allowed to display any emotional attachment to anyone or anything except his trusty whip.
Of course not, he’s Harrison Ford, not Robert Redford. Love for his whip is what we want from him. Dr. Jones doesn’t need a lady friend tying him down. He needs to travel the world and save archeological artifacts.
Daughter: Here ya go dad, Happy Birthday!
Dad: Sweetie! You are so thoughtful, what is it?
Daughter: I love you dad and I love our Benson & Hedges smoke breaks together to escape my crazy mother. Here’s a box business cards for lung cancer specialists.
* they cry a little, and then light up*
There’s more. I might let you see it later. I also bought one issue from 1984 with a cover story about Micheal Jackson and his women, plural. I need to get to the bottom of that ASAP.
That picture of Selleck is probably from a Battle of the Network Stars special. The contestants often wore shirts like that with the logo of the network they were playing for.
Good to see Tom Sellick rocking the mustache. You know, with all the TV remakes out there, I’m quite shocked that they haven’t brought back “Battle of The Network Stars,” even moreso now that there’s 4 networks. I think Team Fox would win, even if they only have House, Joss Whedon and Ryan Seacrest to back them up.
Also, even back in 1981, the big headline scandal was The Gay Mafia. I think the worst they end up doing is drive-by redecoratings. If you can’t pay their protection money, they’ll wax your legs with the SCENTED wax!
I just have one question–what the Bleep is the “gay mafia.”
I actually was thinking about adding the article about the ‘gay mafia’ as well as other references to the gay community. One review of a movie was simply, “More gay shenanigans from France.”
taht was awesome. Not only were the 80’s idiotic and naiieve compared to us 2009’ers and our flying cars (you do’t have one?) but seeing weird stuff like this makes me feel like a little kid all over again- my mum used to subscribe to Family Circle and I loved making collages.
Flying cars will come in 2015. Along with Hoverboards.
I am looking forward to the hoverboard.
Tom Selleck would be hot wearing my grandma’s girdle, so I can certainly forgive the shorts–and the hair, not because it’s the 80’s, but because he’s a MAN, not a waxed and shaved boy-toy.
Yay, Tom Selleck in all his late 70s/early 80s glory!
I’m thinking a post about Tom Selleck is long past due…