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subconscious crap to surface, but luckily I was still tucked safely into my corner of denial and quickly<br />
repressed <strong>the</strong> thoughts.<br />
“How do you feel about <strong>the</strong> nine o’clock curfew?” Jerica asked, resting her chin in her hand.<br />
People were always fascinated by <strong>the</strong> curfew. As I’ve said, I was a homebody anyway—and little<br />
did outsiders know that <strong>the</strong> curfew was hardly <strong>the</strong> worst thing about mansion life. Like a robot, I<br />
happily went back to my Hef and Playboy-friendly responses, <strong>the</strong> hard questions dodged for <strong>the</strong> day.<br />
Though The Girls Next Door marked a sudden change in Bridget’s, Kendra’s, and my lives, <strong>the</strong><br />
series wasn’t created overnight. Throughout 2004 and early 2005, different entities had expressed<br />
interest in developing a Playboy Mansion reality show. At first I paid no attention to <strong>the</strong> rumblings,<br />
thinking it would have nothing to do with me. The ideas that were being thrown around didn’t center<br />
on <strong>the</strong> girlfriends. Ideas surfaced like, “Growing Up Hefner: What Life Is Like as Hugh Hefner’s<br />
Son” or “Upstairs, <strong>Down</strong>stairs: The Butlers of <strong>the</strong> Playboy Mansion.”<br />
We were sat down for test interviews, along with <strong>the</strong> butlers. There is no doubt in my mind<br />
everyone on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side of <strong>the</strong> cameras thought that Hugh Hefner’s three girlfriends would be <strong>the</strong><br />
most demanding, unreasonable bitches of all time, making <strong>the</strong> staff’s life hell at any given moment.<br />
None of <strong>the</strong>se people, not even <strong>the</strong> executive producer (a close friend of Hef’s), had ever gotten to<br />
know Bridget, Kendra, or me.<br />
My test interview, for <strong>the</strong> most part, was relatively uneventful. I was asked all <strong>the</strong> usual<br />
questions about what life at <strong>the</strong> mansion was like: How is it having a nine o’clock curfew? What do<br />
you order from <strong>the</strong> kitchen? Where do you shop? Do you mind sharing your boyfriend? And I, like <strong>the</strong><br />
drone I had become, answered all <strong>the</strong> questions with <strong>the</strong> same rote, dry answers I gave everyone else.<br />
The three repressive years I had spent at <strong>the</strong> mansion had drained all <strong>the</strong> personality out of me<br />
anyway, so I’m sure I sounded like a robot.<br />
Then I was asked a question that threw me for a loop: “When did you first realize you were<br />
beautiful?” I started a bit, taken out of my hypnosis by an out-of-<strong>the</strong>-ordinary question.<br />
“I never did discover I was beautiful,” I snapped. “I made myself beautiful.”<br />
One of <strong>the</strong> head producers would later say to me that this answer led him to believe that <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
something with <strong>the</strong> girls and maybe <strong>the</strong>re was more of a story here than just “how do butlers deal with<br />
demanding, spoiled bitches while naked Playmates are running around <strong>the</strong>m all <strong>the</strong> time?”<br />
The answer I gave was <strong>the</strong> one honest, spontaneous thing I had said all day, and it alluded to so<br />
many things:<br />
1. That I had been conditioned to believe that I was not beautiful.<br />
2. That I was possibly entirely composed of plastic surgery (I wasn’t; I stopped after <strong>the</strong><br />
nose job).<br />
3. That <strong>the</strong>re was a little more going on in my head than most people would assume: that I<br />
was in on <strong>the</strong> joke.<br />
It was finally Lisa Berger, <strong>the</strong>n president of programming at E!, who suggested she would like to<br />
see what life at <strong>the</strong> mansion was like through <strong>the</strong> eyes of <strong>the</strong> girls: a Dorothy in Oz kind of take on <strong>the</strong>