The cheapie American tabloid National Informer warns on this cover from today in 1968 that too much sex can drive you insane. We would think the opposite is true, but the article quotes the eminent (or perhaps entirely fictional) Dr. Frans Hersen, head of the renowned (or fictional) American Sex Institute: We visited mental hospitals looking for sex problems related to a totally different study and suddenly noticed that many of the cases in the various institutions were all related to TOO MUCH SEX (emphasis theirs). So there you go—the science is clear. We have plenty more National Bulletin tucked away inside Pulp Intl. and you can see those by starting here.

This issue of National Bulletin published today in 1972 tells readers about lesbo communes, pervert athletes, sex clinics, and hooker conservationists. The cover story concerns rapists decrying the newly permissive culture in America that made it impossible for them to find women who actually minded being raped. Pretty twisted, but it's complete fiction, of course. Each week, Bulletin editors simply collected whatever handout photos they could from various modeling agencies, and made up stories to go with them. We don’t get their best work this time out (that would be here), but it’s still an interesting collection. Sixteen more scans are below. Enjoy. 

We’ve seen this cover of National Bulletin all over the web, which is normally sufficient reason for us not to post something. But then we stumbled across the photo of Sharon Tate that was used to make the cover and it seemed like all the excuse we needed, so we’ve posted that image below. The Bulletin cover is from December 1968, just about nine months before Charles Manson orchestrated Tate’s murder, but the photo is undoubtedly a handout dating from earlier. We’re guessing mid-1968. We actually have an issue of National Bulletin we're going to share that has never been posted online, so keep an eye out for that. Meanwhile, click keyword “National Bulletin” below to see our other postings on this, er, interesting tabloid. 

National Bulletin from today, 1968, with cover star Joey Heatherton, and a feature about women allegedly being given away as lottery prizes. 

It’s traditional for publications to make predictions about the upcoming year. The highly respected National Bulletin, for instance, suggested in 1968 that all Americans would be born bastards by the year 2000. We can’t attest to the veracity of that, but we can tell you most of the people we meet over here seem to think it happened long before 2000. We were in a bar just last week and this Belgian guy put his finger down his throat and pretended to purge when he found out we were from the States. Our first thought, since we American bastards are all so overreactive and warlike, was to call in a massive airstrike on his face. But instead we laughed, because it really was pretty funny, and he was so impressed by our mellow reaction he bought us shots. So there’s a free lesson in diplomacy for you. But we digress. Getting back to predictions, we aren’t going to make any ourselves, except that Pulp Intl. in 2010 will be bigger, better, and more colorful than it already is. Less a prediction than a hope is that someone takes the ad space we created. We redesigned the whole frickin’ site to fit that in, so it would be a shame to have done it for nothing. Let’s see, what else is there? Oh yes, we’ll have more gratuitous nudity, because people like that. Anyway, thanks for reading the site. Our readership has gone up quite a bit in the last six months, which is really gratifying, considering how much we enjoy doing this. Everyone have a happy and safe New Year. Below is a photo of Sylva Koscina from the Bulletin for no reason whatsoever. See you in the dos mil diez.     

National Bulletin published thirty-nine years ago today, with cover star Jenny Moore, who was one of the most famous models of the ’70s. Just kidding—she was actually one of the most unfamous models of the ’70s. Not that we can criticize—it’s not like anyone has ever asked us to pose in swimsuits. But maybe that’s a good thing. You’d get caught fondling the computer screen and how would you explain that?