Richard Simmons, who with dances, confessions, screeches, comedy sketches and pep talks established himself as America’s archetypal fitness instructor, died on Saturday at his home in Los Angeles. He was 76.
A representative for Mr. Simmons, Tom Estey, confirmed the death.
The Los Angeles police and fire departments responded to Mr. Simmons’ address at 10 a.m. on Saturday. A Fire Department spokesman said that personnel there determined he had died of natural causes.
In March, Mr. Simmons said he had been treated for basal cell carcinoma, which he said first appeared as a “strange looking bump” under his eye.
From the 1980s until his death, Mr. Simmons was the dominant incarnation of a longstanding figure from American pop culture, dating at least to the muscle show impresario and magazine publisher Bernarr Macfadden (1868-1955). Mr. Simmons shared much with Jack LaLanne. Each man became a television and self-help sensation by promoting a personal story of being born again: a miserable youth of sinful junk-food gluttony, followed by the discovery that physical fitness confers happiness and virtue.
“I think I’m just a good example of a chubby, fat, unhappy kid who lived in New Orleans, Louisiana, and dreamed, and now all my dreams are coming true,” Mr. Simmons told the TV host Huell Howser in 1980.
This act would seem to demand a balance between masculinity and theatrics. Mr. Simmons showed otherwise. He made exercise and healthy eating into a realm of cross-dressing skits, squealing exhortations, sequined tank tops, teeny-weeny short shorts and saucy repartee. He preached not musclebound pride but the joie de vivre of self-love.
In two 1981 profiles, People magazine called Mr. Simmons a “hyperkinetic elf in an emerald-green track suit” and “the clown prince of fitness.” In 2017, The New York Times labeled him “the most loquacious, flamboyant, visible and rambunctious exercise evangelist this world has ever seen.”
His own TV show, “The Richard Simmons Show,” went into national syndication in 1980. He developed a series of gags and characters, including Reverend Pounds (“a man of the cloth — the tablecloth”) who intoned, “Though I waddle through the valley of linguine and clams, I shall fear no evil.” He dressed as Scarlett O’Hara gorging herself during a picnic before war rations might go into effect.
And he also, of course, ran and leaped around the stage, performing and explaining cardio workouts to his live audience and the viewers at home, his body bronzed and his curly hair plugs motionlessly in place.
In the early 1980s, Mr. Simmons became a force on daytime television, pitching himself to the nation’s stay-at-home-moms as a self-improvement alternative to talk shows and soaps. “Let’s face it,” he told Mr. Howser. “‘Love Boat’ does nothing for your thighs.”
“I used to watch Phil Donahue,” one “Omaha matron” told People. “I do exercises with Richard now — and he makes me feel younger.”
Mr. Simmons went off the air in 1984, but he developed a wide array of other products and performances to replace his show. There were many iterations of “Sweatin’ to the Oldies” on VHS and DVD (in 2008 The Denver Post called it “the ‘Citizen Kane’ of workout videos”), weight-loss cruises, infomercials and best-selling books.
Mr. Simmons attained such ubiquity that late in life, when he retired from making public appearances, a hit podcast dedicated itself to speculating on his reasons for doing so.
He appeared as himself on “General Hospital,” and on talk shows like “The Dr. Oz Show,” “Ellen” “The Dr. Ruth Show” (whose host, Ruth Westheimer, died on Friday), and “Late Show With David Letterman,” where he and Mr. Letterman focused less on fitness than on mocking each other’s dress and mannerisms.
Mr. Simmons was no less in character during the roughly 200 days he spent on the road each year, traveling to promote his products, give motivational speeches and meet fans. He flew around the country napping across two first-class seats in his signature gym shorts.
Rolling up to a Walgreens in Illinois, People reported, he greeted a crowd of a couple of hundred people by yelling, “Hiiiiii everybody!” and throwing himself on top of a table. But a campy outing could almost instantly turn weepy. At the Walgreens, an obese woman approached Mr. Simmons. They whispered to each other, stared into each other’s eyes, held each other’s hands and bowed their heads in prayer.
Even people encountering Mr. Simmons by chance reported that he was the same man they saw on TV. He had the uncanny authenticity of genuinely outrageous people.
Tour buses would arrive at his home in the Hollywood Hills, and rather than avoid the gawking out-of-towners, Mr. Simmons would race onboard, helping the ladies with their makeup.
Jared Gutstadt, a Canadian musician and entrepreneur, once loudly complained at an airport while waiting for his bags at the carousel — and then he heard a voice call him a “meanie weanie” and demand he do push-ups. He was being scolded, he wrote in a 2015 Times article, by Richard Simmons.
“I turned five different shades of red, but I did the 10 push-ups, and people started laughing,” Mr. Gutstadt wrote. “That incident made me realize that I have to be a lot more Zen.”
Fans were promised the real Richard Simmons, and they got it. “You’re actually inside my real exercise studio, Slimmons, and these are my honest-to-goodness teachers,” he said in one workout video. Into the late 2000s, a lesson with Mr. Simmons cost just $12.
He was born Milton Teagle Simmons in New Orleans on July 12, 1948. His mother, Shirley, was disowned by her Jewish family when she set out to become a dancer for the Ziegfeld Follies, Mr. Simmons told Dr. Ruth. He became an “extreme Catholic,” the religion of his father, Leonard, who once performed in a vaudeville act and was a master of ceremonies for big bands in Chicago.
He told varying stories about how he came to be called Richard — that an uncle had paid for him to attend college, at Florida State University, if he took his name, or that he simply disliked the name Milton.
Mr. Simmons frequently said that he began overeating at a young age. “While other kids my age began exploring their sexuality, I spent time exploring food,” he wrote in “Still Hungry — After All These Years,” his autobiography. “Food became sex for me — it became my pleasure.”
He frequently described a period of months in 1968 when he threw himself into a regimen of diet pills, injections, hypnosis and extreme exercise. He dropped 112 pounds but also lost his hair and caused his skin to oddly droop.
But he was on the way to his calling. He moved to Los Angeles in the 1970s and opened Slimmons, which gained attention for a celebrity clientele, including Barbra Streisand and Diana Ross.
In 2009, The Times called his classes, which he was still teaching, “an open secret in Los Angeles.” They consisted of “a mix of first-time looky-loos, young Simmons converts and a die-hard clientele of middle-aged women,” The Times reported.
“I don’t have to teach anymore, I don’t have to work anymore, God has been really good to me,” Mr. Simmons said. “But I can’t forget these people — where would they go? Where would these men and women who don’t feel accepted in other places, where would they find a place to work out where they could laugh and feel good about themselves?”
Yet for all his openness and availability, Mr. Simmons reserved some of his life for himself. He rarely left his hotel room when traveling and avoided restaurants. He described himself to The Denver Post as a loner with few friends whose main company consisted of pet Dalmatians and live-in maids.
“I don’t have a lot to offer one person,” he said about his lack of a romantic partner. “I have a lot to offer to a lot of people.”
Mr. Simmons is survived by his brother, Lenny.
In 2017, Slate published an essay by the writer Matt Baume in which Mr. Baume wrestles with his disappointment that Mr. Simmons did not come out of the closet as a gay man, and yet his belief at the same time that Mr. Simmons achieved something progressive in being such a happily effeminate figure in the mass media of his day.
Curiosity about Mr. Simmons’s personal life increased after Feb. 15, 2014, when he unexpectedly did not show him up to teach his class at Slimmons and subsequently dropped out of public life completely.
In 2017, Mr. Simmons was the subject of “Missing Richard Simmons,” which became the most downloaded podcast on iTunes. It discussed theories, some of them outlandish, for what had happened. Its host, Dan Taberski, told The Times in 2017 that the show came from “a place of love” and “real concern,” but in a review, the Times critic Amanda Hess labeled it “an invasion of privacy masquerading as a love letter.”
Whatever the ethics of “Missing Richard Simmons,” the show’s popularity testified to something else: how many Americans felt disbelief, even sadness, at the thought of Richard Simmons experiencing anything other than the joy he had become known for.
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