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Readers who were annoyed to find Marla Maples on our cover before—for what they regarded as the dubious achievement of becoming romantically involved with a married tycoon—were doubly irritated this time around (PEOPLE, May 7). Others felt our cover story “How to Marry a Billionaire” had an unrepentant, chauvinist tone.


I was appalled by your incredibly shallow and sexist cover story on how to marry a billionaire. You made those women sound conniving and ridiculous in their efforts to snag a rich man. A number of those women are successful by their own smarts and hard work. Belittling their accomplishments is degrading to them and, as a fellow woman, to me. I felt as if I was reading an article that might have been written 25 years ago. You guys better wake up!

Chris Stockwell


Way to go, Sue Gutfreund! You’ve come a long way from St. Vincent’s Academy in Shreveport, La. Finally someone I know has made it big enough that I can say, “I knew her when.”

Mary Anne Jones Fay


Being married to someone who has money isn’t all that it is cracked up to be. I was in such a relationship for 1½ years. Sure, it was fun flying to different places for dinner and enjoying the creature comforts that money can buy. The downside was that my spouse treated me like a doormat and controlled every aspect of my life. I couldn’t handle it. I got out. I didn’t get much money, but I got something more important—my self-respect.

E. Joy Fraley

Kailua-Kona, Hawaii

I think you’ve got that Cinderella angle of your story about women marrying rich men wrong. Cinderella was a decent, thoughtful and hardworking woman who got a break. She had the luck to fall in love with a great guy who happened to be a prince. The women mentioned in your article apparently set their sights on [rich] men and seem to have had no limits on what they would have done to snare them. Perhaps a more accurate fairy-tale character association would have been Snow White’s stepmother.

Sue Greboski


Ye gods, give us all a break re the Trump-Maples affair (if any)! I’d like to know how the supposedly fabulous siren expects to capture the Donald with those raggedy un-manicured nails. Ivana would cringe at such a breach of good grooming.

Helen Barber

Fallbrook, Calif.


Poor Jody! She’s in limbo because she doesn’t have a job and wants a man who has been divorced from her for almost 30 years to support her extravagantly for the rest of her life. Why isn’t she suing her ex-second husband, Don Buckley? Better yet, why didn’t she think about her future years ago and train for a job that could support her? Give Johnny a break. If I were the judge, I’d laugh her out of court and take away the $13,500 a year she now receives.

M.J. Green

Mount Vernon, Texas

Jody Carson, get a grip on your life. You do nothing but feel sorry for yourself. No wonder no member of your family wants to communicate with you. If you don’t have enough money, get a job. Then at least you would have something legitimate to complain about.

Dee Ross

Northridge, Calif.

Thank you for the article on Madonna and the preview of her “throbbing world tour.” I think it’s important that parents know what their teenagers will see performed by the “goddess of the ’90s.” As long as my children are under 18, they will not get my permission to see “performance art” containing mimed masturbation or a song about the pleasures of spanking. I know I’m in the minority, but I believe that true artistic talent doesn’t need to rely on obscenity, vulgarity and profanity. Madonna may have started out as “blond ambition,” but she ended up as trash in my book.

Annette M. Leptinsky

Union Lake, Mich.


Why did Hugh Hefner and his wife, Kimberly, even bother to have a baby? Why not just go buy one at Gucci’s? First Hugh didn’t want to witness the birth of his child because he didn’t want it to become a mental image. And Kimberly didn’t want him present because she would be too embarrassed. The last thing on my mind when I gave birth to my daughter was the fact that I might be embarrassed by anyone in the room, much less my own husband. I bet bonding for the Hefners is probably something deep, like coordinated outfits that complement each other’s lip gloss.

Laura Lawrence

St. Louis

Gee, I always thought being born was a miracle—one of the very few left today. Hugh Hefner and his priggy 1940s-’50s mentality should get back in his pajamas and go back to bed.

Lori Milton

Greenwich, Conn.