Throwback Thursday: June 1998

Check out what we were up to in June of ’98. Don’t worry, we’ll leave out our middle school class picture.

Every week, we send someone stumbling into the dark Maxim archives to see what we were up to way back when. This week we’re going back to June of ’98, before Rebecca Romijn was Rebecca Romijn Stamos, fireworks were socially acceptable, and we still drank Mellow Yellow (in the extra, extra large size).

Cover Girl: Rebecca Romijn

Where You’ve Seen Her: In the late ’90s, supermodel Rebecca Romijn was everywhere. Between her appearance on MTV’s House of Style, her many Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition spreads, her annual walk down the Victoria’s Secret runway, and her recurring role on the sitcom Just Shoot Me, it would have been hard to avoid the blonde bombshell (not that we would want to). Sadly, ’98 was the same year that she was taken off the market and married John Stamos. Yes, that John Stamos.

Where She Is Now: A Stamos-free Rebecca is still super hot, and is now married to actor Jerry O’Connell. In recent years, Rebecca has starred in the X-Men franchise, appeared on Ugly Betty, and scored her own sitcom about an ambitious reporter called Pepper Dennis. These days, you can catch her on Adult Swim’s hit NTSF:SD:SUV.


Shoot The Works

As children we were really into explosives – after all, this is America – and it’s no surprise that that interest followed us into adulthood. In June of 1998 we dedicated a chunk of pages to making your upcoming July 4th holiday a true spectacle, despite the fact that federal authorities had begun to caution that you could blow off your hand when launching that sparkler the wrong way. But, as always, there were some states that were willing to overlook such minor details. Or, as our writer put it, “Other states are more lenient than an alcoholic foster parent.” Perfect.

Sodas With Pop

We currently live in a world where we’re forced to watch horrifying anti-soda commercials and suffer mayors who want to lawfully restrict our public sugar intake, but this issue of Maxim reminded us of a better time, when the government stayed the hell out of your junk food-induced coma. In this particular article, those who came before us found sodas filled with the caffeine you needed to get through the workday (and to get through the night with that random girl you found at that random bar). Looking over the list, we don’t even remember some of these brands, but we wish they were still available in our office vending machine. We have no idea what Krank-2-O is, but we can’t fight the urge to want to sit back and slurp it down. You know what we mean.

Throwback Thursday: November 1999

Helpful Hottie: Jaquline