If you can tell a society by its smut, America in the 1950s couldn't have been just a Frigidaire of repressive hysteria. Hidden somewhere in the closets of Pleasantville and Peyton Place, after all, was a stack of fetish mags bearing the face and hourglass figure of Bettie Page, and all the mysteries they contain. Here was a brunette Amazon in a sea of soft and curvy blondes an anti-Marilyn, dominant and demanding where Monroe was compliant who deflected the ravenous gaze of strokebook buyers with a look of defiant... More >>>
Angelina Is Not Cuter!: Gretchen Mol cracks the whip as the beloved pinup queen.