Throwback Thursday: March 1999

Check out what we were up to in March of ’99. 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 March of ’99 when Rose McGowan was our goth dream, entertainment was simple, and lamps were really, really awesome.

Cover Girl: Rose McGowan

Where You’ve Seen Her: When Rose McGowan broke into the acting scene in the ’90s, she was every man’s bad girl dream: her body was incredible, her dark-features-pale-skin combo gave her a vampy edge, and she was a natural-born wild child. She was the quintessential girl not to bring home to your mother, and it made her that much more appealing. Between almost walking down the aisle with Marilyn Manson, mooning half of America during the MTV Video Music Awards, and constantly taking on femme fatale movie roles, Rose caught our interest pretty quickly—but not before she scared us a little first.

Where She Is Now: Rose continues to boast a successful career, having most recently starred in the thriller Rosewood Lane and popular TV series Once Upon a Time. She’s also expected to have major roles in film adaptations of The Tell-Tale Heart and The Bell Jar. And thankfully, as far as we can tell, her inner freak is still kicking.  


How To Make a Lava Lamp

Apparently in the ’90s we were easily entertained: when our moms said we couldn’t get a dog, we settled for a chia pet; when we got tired of listening in class, we focused on our slap bracelets; and when we had nothing else to do, we just got stoned and stared at our lava lamps – that always got the party going. Of course, we’d almost forgotten about those days until we opened up this issue and read the opening line:

“For sheer visual thrills, nothing can touch the Lava lamp.”

Because nothing in the world can come close to floating clumps of paint.

Watts Up?

Clearly we were really hung up on alternative lighting fixtures. Between that leg lamp from A Christmas Story, the dimly lit $225 blender, and that dead dog box lamp (that’s what that thing is, right?), we’d have an apartment full of more shit than Josh Baskin’s man-child apartment in Big. Actually, that sounds pretty perfect.

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