As most of us who lived through the 50s know, monsters, zombies, vampires and their ilk were highly attracted to young, buxom, attractive women with torn clothing. Witness the many posters of the era which depicted these bloodthirsty creatures lugging away these helpless beauties. Where were they taking them? What ungodly wickedness were they planning to inflict on them? And didn't it make being a horrible monster somehow desireable for a pimply 12 year old who couldn't get a woman like this to even look at him, much less let him attempt to carry her off in his spindly chigger-bitten arms?

Maybe that's why I collected Monster Magazine with a close-up of The Wolfman on the cover! In those pre-rock star days, wasn't a werewolf about as close to Gene Simmons as you were going to find? In fact, judging by the get-up he later adopted, maybe Gene Simmons had a little Monster Jones of his own going back to those days.