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THE FIRST EPISODE OF The Girls Next Door introduced <strong>the</strong> E! audience to Hugh Hefner’s three blond<br />
girlfriends. Through interviews and “candid” moments, <strong>the</strong> series established <strong>the</strong> lay of <strong>the</strong> land at <strong>the</strong><br />
Playboy mansion: <strong>the</strong> girls, <strong>the</strong> grounds, <strong>the</strong> pets, <strong>the</strong> curfew, <strong>the</strong> 24-hour kitchen, and o<strong>the</strong>r mansion<br />
oddities. The episode wrapped up with Hef, his girlfriends, and a handful of Playmates waiting for<br />
Kendra before heading to <strong>Holly</strong>wood for <strong>the</strong> AFI Awards red carpet honoring Star Wars creator<br />
George Lucas. The footage showed a jovial Hef hobnobbing with celebrities, goofing around with<br />
press, and routinely holding, hugging, or kissing one of his many dates.<br />
“We get respect,” Kendra said in a voice-over while <strong>the</strong> camera panned to showcase our<br />
backsides sauntering into <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>ater. I remember wondering, Does she really think people respect<br />
us? She seemed clueless to <strong>the</strong> fact that most people probably didn’t respect us for how we were<br />
living our lives and that <strong>the</strong> cheers and accolades she was witnessing were simply due to Hef’s<br />
strange novelty as a pop culture oddity. I, on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hand, was probably too aware of <strong>the</strong> negative<br />
ways in which we were perceived. And this awareness made me paranoid. In fact, I let it get to me so<br />
much that I became even quieter and more withdrawn than I had been before.<br />
“We’ve decided on your characters for <strong>the</strong> show!” Hef told me one day when he ran across me<br />
in one of <strong>the</strong> secretaries’ offices, going through Polaroids.<br />
“Really?” I asked, curious as to what he meant.<br />
“Kendra is <strong>the</strong> one who wants to have fun, Bridget is <strong>the</strong> one who wants a career, and you’re <strong>the</strong><br />
one who cares about me.”<br />
His delivery made it clear that <strong>the</strong> decision had been firmly made and that <strong>the</strong>re was no room for<br />
argument. While caring about someone is certainly a positive thing, I was troubled by <strong>the</strong> limitations<br />
of our “characters.” Couldn’t we actually be who we are? Multidimensional people who have<br />
different interests, passions, and goals? Sure, Bridget wanted a career, but what about me? I couldn’t<br />
want one, too? Apparently not.<br />
I was too distracted to ask any more about it. I had been going through photos looking for<br />
potential Fun in <strong>the</strong> Sun guests while we were talking. Hef had long ago lost interest in trolling for<br />
new conquests, so much so that <strong>the</strong> pool party guest list had dwindled substantially.<br />
Somehow I had found an old Polaroid from <strong>the</strong> year 2000 buried deep in <strong>the</strong> pile.<br />
I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing this properly: it was me! I was wearing a black<br />
Frederick’s of <strong>Holly</strong>wood corset with a kimono robe and sporting strawberry-blond hair, but <strong>the</strong> real<br />
surprise was <strong>the</strong> “grade” I had received from Hef: A.<br />
All <strong>the</strong>se years at <strong>the</strong> mansion being made to feel ugly and less than—and he had marked me as<br />
an A all along!<br />
Hef had already shuffled back down <strong>the</strong> hall.<br />
“I can’t believe I got an A!” I said to Jenny, Hef’s social secretary, genuinely in shock. Hef<br />
always treated me like such a scrub, like I was barely lucky enough to be in residence at <strong>the</strong> mansion.<br />
“Well, of course you did,” Jenny said, matter-of-factly. “What did you think you would have<br />
gotten?”