The recently released book, Nicholson: A Biography and authored by Marc Elliot, was reviewed in the New York Post by Larry Getlen. (LINK- http://nypost.com/2013/11/02/jack-nicholson-horndog-for-all-seasons/) He writes that Jack Nicholson “… was an unparalleled ladies man who often had a frenzied effect on women.” He and his famous buddies often traded Hollywood beauties between them. In casting for a movie nudity scene, he personally “interviewed” about 100 young ladies who were required to disrobe in front of him in his office in order for him to determine if they had the right credentials for the part. As we say in clinical studies, “That is a large sample size!”
Anjelica Houston, Madonna, Meryl Streep, Joni Mitchell, Julie Delpy and Melanie Griffith were cited as a small slice of a much larger pie of his lady largesse. The following vignette really tickled my cerebral humor zone: After he was interviewed by a young French lady journalist, he said, “I would have tried to have intimate knowledge of you.” She replied, “Twenty years ago you tried to fuck my mother.”
Despite his problem with weight, premature ejaculation and baldness, he managed to keep moving forward with his ladies. I understand that he was a great fan of recreational drugs.
I was curious what G’s take would be on Nicholson and asked him to read the review. He did, called me and the first thing he said, “ Boy, now and then I wonder how guys like these – Sinatra , Brando and Presley and all these lust for life guys- handle their ladies not in quiet chambers of love but in tumultuous and continuing affairs. But women love these guys and put a lot of almost irresistible sexual pressure on them. I just read about Usain Bolt from Jamaica, the world’s fastest running sprinter. After he became an overnight celebrity, he claims that ladies threw themselves at him, and he could get any woman that he wanted in the sack.
I remember very well that when I was a young doctor I was invited by a young lady “of influence” to hear Frank Sinatra sing at Skinny D’Amato’s legendary 500 Club in Atlantic City. The ladies went wildly bananas over him and I, for the first time, experienced the power of male celebrity status’s impact on women’s willingness to copulate with such men. As an aside, I was invited to his dressing room after the performance, and I’ll never forget those eyes. You old timers may remember that he was called “Blue eyes.” His eyes certainly merited that description. They were impressively blue. We chatted for a short time, and he was very gracious. After I left I wondered how he or anyone else could handle a world of constant adulation.
Returning to G, I asked him what the difference between him and Nicholson is. “Lorenzo, before I answer you, I’ve got to tell you something you’re not going to believe. Nicholson and I are about the same age. For a number of years I was frequently taken for him even at restaurants where I played the role and got special VIP service. For example, one afternoon I was in Washington Square walking with a famous Italian entrepreneur, when I was suddenly surrounded by a group of college students virtually imploring me for my autograph. Though I hadn’t the slightest idea what that was all about , I scribbled my name in an illegible way. At the end of the session one of the polite students said, “Thanks, Mr. Nicholson.
Getting back to the differences- a world! Remember, Lorenzo, I enjoyed my women for mostly single day encounters and almost all were pleasant and even beautiful. There was little or no pain. Even when I was held hostage by a nymphomaniac, as described in the book, it wasn’t painful but adventurous. This guy gets involved in all kinds of long time affairs many of which are painful. For example, in the book review it’s mentioned that the husband of a lady who Jack was bedding with was extremely jealous. Nicholson was so scared out of his pants that he slept with a hammer under his pillow in case the guy showed up for revenge purposes. That’s not my style for I hate to suffer or see others suffer. Guys like this are like the ones that dare to climb Mount Everest. They seek adventure and are , in a unique kind of way, sado masochistic, and women are crazy about them. In a sense, Casanova was that way.”
“ G, why do the ladies go for these guys? Is it because they are famous?”
“The celebrity factor is part of it, but you can’t conceive of gals going bananas over Abbott or Costello or former President, Jimmy Carter. These guys like Warren Beatty have the gift of those x-factors of understanding what a woman’s all about which I also talk about in the book.”
“One last point: You had the ability to have long-term relationships with a number of women. Why didn’t you do it?”
“Lorenzo, as I said before, I don’t like to suffer, and those guys do. Of course, there are other reasons but that’s between me and the gods above.”
We all have an idea of what’s a womanizer. Most would say that Casanova, Warren Beatty, Howard Hughes, Elvis Presley, Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra, Tiger Woods, Simon Cowell and Hugh Hefner fit the bill. The list is very long. The core of the definition deals with a) the volume of women and b) the majority of women find these men highly attractive- in one way or another. One is “not” a womanizer, if he, for example, has bedded with only 3 women and where there are little feelings by the women for him. To be sure both factors, volume and degree of attractiveness, are difficult to calculate and quantify but they are the essential ingredients of the definition.
But what about a “manizer” who is a woman who does to men what womanizers do to women both in volume and in feelings?
Awhile back, I was having a drink with my friend, G, and we were wondering about the paucity of manizers. After all women do enjoy sex, and it’s much, much easier for them to capture a man to make whoopee than the other way around. So what’s the story? Well, in the past the Big Kahuna for sexual exploratory women undoubtedly was the fear of pregnancy. But then about a half a century ago came oral contraceptives, antibiotics, safe surgical abortion procedures and, more recently, diminished social sexual restrictions- all widely opening the doors for a potential era of wild manizerism. These happenings have resulted in a surge in man-woman copulations, femmes’ fatales and succumbing men. But where are the lady Casanovas and Brando’s? Why are they not brandishing their sexual swords? Puzzling, indeed.
G and I called a few of our worldly male friends. None could name a single manizer though we had no problems identifying women who, such as Ava Gardner and Lana Turner, succeeded in breaking men’s hearts, but in small numbers. Blaze Starr, the great striptease artist on an interview after her heyday, claimed she made love to lots of men, including President Kennedy*, and was sorry she didn’t bed with more. But where’s the evidence? Bottom line, there is no documented female Tiger Woods since, maybe, Catherine the Great of Russia who is believed to periodically line-up her palace guard.
I’m now going to make a few observations from my personal experiences, which are just those of curiosity and not yet-if ever- of fact. I knew three women who had more than one man on the hook at the same time. One had two and the others three. I attended separate cocktail parties held by them where all their men were invited but who were not aware of the others existence until that night. But all three ladies, by their words and actions, unabashedly let them know that they were dating the others and apparently enjoying their revelations without apparent concern for their feelings. I’ve never observed this type of behavior with men and their lady friends.
Let’s switch gears and deal with real established facts. Many years ago, when I first became interested in heterosexual versus homosexual behavior, I was surprised to learn that homosexual men can have up to hundreds of sexual partners in a lifetime while lesbians usually have a handful. Scientifically, I cannot assume that heterosexual women are the same as homosexual ones, but will take the chance and assume so when it comes to sexual partners. Women, unlike men, aren’t, by nature, volume oriented particularly as enter their late twenties. Despite what modern propagandists and thought controllers are telling us, women are more private than men and prefer limited sexual relationships where they can be comfortable and can control situations , as exemplified though maybe a bit of a stretch, by my unscientific observations of the three aforementioned women. They were in total control, comfortable and even enjoying it, which in my opinion, is a form of fantasy.
But another puzzling question entered my mind. The word, “womanizer “has virtually disappeared from the American vocabulary, and I wonder why. Let’s not forget that this word was established by women and has an angry pejorative, anti-male meaning to it. Could it be that many of them have now become manizers and have joined the womanizers fearing to be exposed as hypocrites if they attack these womanizing men? Have the Don Juans now been joined by the Don Juanas?
Something, indeed, to think about.
*An increasing number of women, whether true or not, are claiming to have had sex with the charismatic President.