Apparently she’s Cuban-American.
They Might have forgotten they had a Mexican-American PMOY for some reason?
The people running the print magazine along the recent reorganizations seem to be getting sloppy.
OTOH the tangent about "openly… " may have something to it in this sense: if a particular model is more into “identity affirmation” or whatever it is you call it than those who came along before, you may end up with cases such as Vuolo or Pomplun where the publicists and agents want to make it known to a segment of the population that hey, here’s this girl and she’s representin’ . Sanches’ Mexican descent AFAIK was not made a Big Deal of when she got the award, so they must have figured now was the time to play that card.
I know the first Puerto Rican (Chicagorican, really) PMOY Christina Santiago did not even make her own PMOY issue’s cover and was not made a big deal either (her video shoot was generic south-of-the-border rather than in any way identifiably PR) as late as 2003.
Playboy was awesome in the 60’s-80’s but these days it’s just a rattling old shell much like Hefner himself.
This quote from the PB wiki was interesting.
Y’know, I’m usually a Hef sympathizer yet after that quote I want to wash *myself *well with soap and water. In any case little more than 6 years later he relocated from Chicago to the California Mansion and now the girl-next-door was an aspiring B-flick/TV starlet and Playboy DID become a venue for unattainable glamour girls in lace, save for the “Girls Of…” features
Everything about *Playboy *makes me want to go scrub with PhisoDerm. The whole “philosophy” is so sickeningly self-serving and juvenile it’s repulsive.
I told my oldest boy, back when, that I’d rather catch him with *Hustler *than Playboy. At least Larry Flynt didn’t dress up his porn with idealism and saccharine bullshit.
Wasn’t it Flynt who said something like “Poor Bob [Guccione], thinks he’s some kind of cultural icon and he’s just a pornographer like the rest of us.” At that, *Penthouse *never had the smarmy self-congratulatory 'tude of the Hefnerites.
[hijack continued]
I wonder if Hef was ever aware he was saying in that quote that the mysterious-temptress-type was dirty, and he’d rather have a “simple” party-girl-next-door for himself.
Amateur Barbarian, from my perspective looking back at my adolescent days and access to Dad’s Playboys, it was opportune that just then in the 70s PB de-facto abandoned the “soap-washed GND” for the “unattainable glamour goddess in lace” style. For one, it meant Hef had found different drugs and cut back on pushing his “philosophy”; for the other, my 14-year-old self could see right away (though he took many very careful prolonged second looks at different samples over the ensuing years to confirm so:D) that no way no how did he stand a chance at someone like THAT (specially absent the sports car, high-end hi-fi, art collection, topshelf scotch, and swinging bachelor pad with rotating waterbed :rolleyes: ), so he adjusted his expectations in a more realistic direction…
Now, my mother’s Cosmos… THOSE were scary… :eek: Voracious women seeking to steal each other’s men with all sorts of sex tricks in a neverending quest for orgasms (though when with us, they’d only fake them). Oh my 
While researching the term “Chicano,” I encountered Miki Garcia, a playmate who identified as Chicana in 1973. My paper was on how Chicano/a briefly became a “mainstream” term in the 1970s, but became a politically charged label later on.
The January 1973 edition of Playboy remains my favorite entry in the primary source folder.
I’ve put an image and video blocker on your computer…read to your heart’s content.
There’s a joke where a husband found his playboy with a bunch of holes cut in it and asked his wife about it. She said “You said you only read it for the articles so I cut the pictures out.”
Boyo Jim:
Open or not, he can’t fool my blackdar.
Those of us who did read it just for the articles (okay, looked at the articles when we were done with the pictures) will tell you that Playboy told you how to buy the sports car, high end hi-fi, cigars, and so on. They never really explained where you were supposed to find the money, though I guess there were probably stock tips somewhere in each issue.
Althea: Oh, look at her tits–they’re nice.
Larry: They’re nice tits, but they don’t look real. I don’t understand this magazine, ya know?
Althea: Well, look at her butt, that’s . . .
Larry: All these fuzzy pictures, articles about I don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. You guys read Playboy?
Friend 1: Well yeah.
Friend 2: Sure.
Jimmy: Yeah.
Larry: Uhmm . . . Did you, uh–excuse me, baby. Did you enjoy this month’s article on how to hook up your quadraphonic stereo system?
Friend 3: I think I missed that one.
Larry: And, uh, did you follow their advice on how to make a perfect martini?
Chester: Hey, Larry, c’mon man, move over.
Larry: Who is this magazine for anyway? I mean, ya know, it’s like if you don’t make twenty thousand-plus a year, you don’t jerk off. Seven million people buying it, and nobody’s reading it. * Gentlemen, Playboy is mocking you! *
People vs. Larry Flynt (1996)
…must…resist…
Regards,
Shodan
You guys are missing the important environmental message here. This is part of Playboy’s efforts to raise awareness about the ongoing deforestation of the tropical regions.
It’s Roberta.
Show some respect. You’re talking about the woman I loved.
Never PMOY, yet much seed was spilled for those smoky eyes, mysterious bush, and perfect breasts.
IMDB says Cuban, other sources say Hispanic.
Ducati says “Yes, please.”
I thought she was Mexican, not Brazilian.
Regards,
Shodan
For the record, Playboy has had other Hispanic Playmates of the Year: Karen Velez (1985), Christina Santiago (2003), and Carmella DeCesare (2004). But all three of them are of Puerto Rican ancestry.
Well played, gentlemen.
And in a foreshadowing of this thread’s issue, Karen Velez was herself not boldly publicized as “first Puerto Rican” anything when she was a Playmate and PMOY, that was only brought up for Santiago.