Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

Are people still named Patti? I can think of a few ’70s-era Pattis, but I don’t encounter the name a whole lot these days. I suppose it’s short for Patricia. I don’t encounter many Patricias either. My completely made-up-on-the-spot theory: Peppermint Patty ruined the name for generations, perhaps forever. I hate Peppermint Patty, don’t you? I’m not even sure why I hate her, but I do. No, it’s not because she’s a lesbian. Actually, now that I think of it, I hate pretty much every Peanuts character with an undying passion, even the one or two straight ones. I notice that no one is named Lucy either. Coincidence?

Patti McGuire was the Playmate of the Year for 1977. The ’70s were a great era for Playmates. They still tended to be wholesome and somewhat middle-American. Patti definitely fit that type. She looked like a top-shelf version of the Irish-American girls I knew in high school. If only they’d looked at me like Patti looks at the camera…

That’s quite a look, isn’t it? While Patti’s smile made her look fresh and sweet, like a lemon-lime soft-drink, her come-hither look, which involved a slight lowering of the chin and a cobra-like stare, was like a shot of bourbon. A look like that either puts hair on a man’s chest or sends him home to play with mama.

She ended up marrying tennis great Jimmy Connors, who wasn’t in the habit of playing with mama.

I found this interesting statement in an old interview:

When [King] Kong first meets Fay Wray, he peels off her clothes, fondles her and then sniffs his fingers. Later, when he’s climbing the Empire State Building, he reaches through a window and grabs a blonde. He sniffs her and, realizing that she is not his beloved, casually tosses her some 50 stories to her death. That’s my idea of a faithful lover.

The lady demands fealty.

Nudity below. Have a great weekend.