Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
Playboy world.<br />
I was torn on whe<strong>the</strong>r or not to be excited about this project.<br />
I had come to L.A. wanting to be an actress. My newfound lack of self-esteem had made me<br />
crave fame for fame’s sake. I had started taking hosting classes, hoping to make it in any way I could:<br />
acting, hosting, modeling, whatever. The one thing I hadn’t considered was reality TV. Despite my<br />
hunger to be in <strong>the</strong> spotlight professionally, I have always been a very private person. Even before I<br />
moved into <strong>the</strong> mansion, I changed my last name, in part to protect my family’s privacy should I<br />
become known. Even <strong>the</strong> small amount of notoriety I had already gained from being one of Hef’s<br />
girlfriends made me extremely uncomfortable—being a part of a bimbo harem was not what I wanted<br />
to be famous for.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> one hand, exposure on reality television could lead to many opportunities. Perhaps even<br />
something that could give me some pride, some financial security, and maybe even enough confidence<br />
to leave one day.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hand, <strong>the</strong> drama demanded by a reality show could turn <strong>the</strong> mansion back into <strong>the</strong><br />
snake pit it used to be during <strong>the</strong> Mean Girls days (on and off camera). The prospect made me<br />
anxious and depressed.<br />
I was also scared of being lumped into a “blond bimbo” stereotype. After all, I remembered how<br />
I had felt recently when we had filmed an episode of Entourage at <strong>the</strong> mansion.<br />
We were each given one simple line to say on camera, surrounded by <strong>the</strong> show’s cast, crew, and<br />
hundreds of extras. The scene had to be shot over and over and over again to <strong>the</strong> point of lunacy . . .<br />
because Kendra couldn’t get her one line right.<br />
I was beyond mortified and prayed that <strong>the</strong> floor would just swallow me up. I was certain<br />
everyone on set was assuming that all three of us were equally ditsy. The thought of having to be<br />
compared like that, on a weekly basis, gave me crazy anxiety.<br />
There were days I woke up, sat at <strong>the</strong> desk I had added to <strong>the</strong> vanity area, and just felt like<br />
falling to <strong>the</strong> floor because I felt so depressed. Though it is completely obvious to me now why I felt<br />
so dark, believe it or not, back <strong>the</strong>n I was stumped.<br />
Don’t I have everything I want? I asked myself. The Mean Girls were gone and life at <strong>the</strong><br />
mansion was easier. I was slowly saving up a little money, and I was living in <strong>the</strong> lap of luxury.<br />
Of course, to keep myself from really losing it, I was completely ignoring <strong>the</strong> fact that anyone<br />
who was part of an old man’s harem and treated like a brainless idiot would be depressed.<br />
Feeling like I was at a breaking point, I had told Hef that I needed to see a psychiatrist during<br />
one of my sob sessions, but my confession fell on deaf ears. He refused to let me see a <strong>the</strong>rapist<br />
because, as he put it, a <strong>the</strong>rapist would just tell me to leave <strong>the</strong> mansion. He told me to talk to Mary<br />
about my problems instead.<br />
In spite of his objections, I did end up seeing a <strong>the</strong>rapist in order to get some prescription<br />
medication. The <strong>the</strong>rapist diagnosed me with depression brought on by my anxiety over filming <strong>the</strong><br />
reality show and how it would affect my life. He prescribed me Effexor, a drug prescribed to those<br />
with serious depression (one I weaned myself off of a few years later). It made me feel a little better<br />
for <strong>the</strong> time being and helped buoy me through <strong>the</strong> mansion for a few more years.