To print this page, select "Print" from the File menu of your browser salon.com > People August 20, 1999 URL: http://www.salon.com/people/col/reit/1999/08/20/bunny Everybody wants a piece of "The Body" Nevada brothel to commemorate governor's visit; Brooke Shields' biological clock's a-rockin'; Stiller and Garofalo didn't do it -- really. Plus: Exciting results of Gore vs. Bradley cockroach race. - - - - - - - - - - - - By Amy Reiter It's hard to imagine the "Jesse 'The Body' Ventura Suite" will be as popular as the current fan favorite, "Monica's Oral Office," but Dennis Hof, outspoken owner of the Moonlight Bunny Ranch brothel in Carson City, Nev., wants to show his gratitude for all the primo PR the good-time-lovin' Minnesota gov has given him. While promoting his waaaaay too informative autobiography, Ventura told -- and retold -- the story of his Navy SEAL-days visit to the Moonlight Bunny Ranch, where he traded his belt for sex and even managed to convince the service-minded gal to fork over a little extra cash to him. Now, the brothel will commemorate his pecuniarily challenged patronage with a room decorated with Navy SEAL memorabilia, feather boas, governmental knickknacks and -- that most dependable of aphrodisiacs -- photos of Ventura. "If a guy wants to act like a governor, he can," said Hof, who once offered complimentary sex for newly elected officials interested in getting a little scandal-free action on the side and hired John Wayne Bobbitt as his chauffeur (firing him two years later for "tampering with the merchandise"). But a fancy bunk ain't all Hof's hoping to provide for the randy Reform Party poster boy. Plans for a sign out front declaring "Jesse Ventura got laid here" are in the works, as is a lifetime pass to the brothel. (Only four or five of those have been given out in the brothel's 45-year history, Hof says, though he can share the names of only two lucky recipients: porn-peddlers Larry Flynt and Al Goldstein.) That means The Body can partake of, say, a $2,000 visit with Teri Weigel -- "the only girl ever to be a centerfold for Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler," boasts Hof -- gratis. Hmmm ... wonder if Hof has considered a "Jerry Springer Suite" -- for the guy who wants to act like a trash-talking ex-mayor. Available only to those who pay by check, of course. - - - - - - - - - - - - Bardot's hard-to-swallow "Bon appÉtit!" "China once again disgusts the world, portraying the image of a cruel, perverted people devoid of any feelings toward animals." -- French '60s sex symbol Brigitte Bardot, who for years brought out the animal in her fans, objecting to the manufacture of aphrodisiacs made from tigers and rhinos in an open letter to Chinese prez Jiang Zemin. (Never mind France's gastronomic predilection for snails, frog's legs, goose livers and plucked bunnies.) - - - - - - - - - - - - Brooke Shields: Maternal material girl? Now that her tennis pro ex-husband Andre Agassi has packed up his balls and taken his racket on the road, Brooke Shields has been hearing the tick-tock, tick-tock of her (obviously, non-digital) biological clock, loud and clear. "Every time I go to the doctor I say, 'Can I still make a baby, can I still make a baby?'" she stressfully confesses in an upcoming issue of Mirabella. The 34-year-old pretty baby turned funny gal says she's fairly serious about finding "a sire" for a little bambino, but wouldn't mind raising a child alone. "I love men, I think men are great," she tells the magazine, "but I don't rely on them." Shields recalls telling one man on whom she did rely, her late best friend and "Suddenly Susan" co-star David Strickland, just before he died, "You know, I'm just gonna do it, I'm just gonna have a baby." His response? "Okay, Madonna." Anyone up for a game of truth or dare? - - - - - - - - - - - - A Clintonian romance "We fooled around a couple of times, though we didn't actually have intercourse." -- Janeane Garofalo on her relationship with Ben Stiller. (Could that have inspired the hair-goop gag in "There's Something About Mary?") - - - - - - - - - - - - What an upset! And the winner is ... hard-shelled Bill Bradley. The results are in from the New Jersey Pest Control Association's 10th annual New Jersey Cockroach Derby, which, NP readers with their antennae out will recall, aimed to predict the Democratic presidential nominee by pitting two giant Madagascar hissing cockroaches named for Bradley and Al Gore against each other Thursday as 600 surprisingly politics-minded exterminators cheered them on. "It was astonishing," said association spokesman Alan Caruba. "The Bradley roach showed all the moves of the real Bill Bradley when he played basketball, quickly moving from the starting line and making a swift dash for the finish." Meanwhile, the Gore roach, Caruba said, "appeared to be dazzled by the speed of Bradley." Spoken like a true Knicks fan. salon.com | August 20, 1999