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out of a fairy tale. I didn’t know it <strong>the</strong>n, but I would find myself returning to that neighborhood quite<br />
regularly five years later.<br />
The episode that marked <strong>the</strong> most immediate change for me, however, was definitely <strong>the</strong> one<br />
called “My Bare Lady,” which focused on me interning under Marilyn Grabowski at Playboy Studio<br />
West. Despite dating <strong>the</strong> boss, I didn’t find <strong>the</strong> internship that easy for me to secure.<br />
Prior to <strong>the</strong> start of each new season, <strong>the</strong> three of us girls would meet with producers to discuss<br />
<strong>the</strong> coming months and potential plotlines <strong>the</strong>y could follow. The producers needed to know what we<br />
had going on in our lives so <strong>the</strong>y could decide what <strong>the</strong>y wanted to film. Even though reality shows<br />
capture “reality,” <strong>the</strong>re still needs to be a storyline to follow. Filming us watching TV or reading<br />
doesn’t exactly make riveting television. So we would ga<strong>the</strong>r around <strong>the</strong> mansion’s dining room table,<br />
pencils and day planners in hand, listing off our plans and goals for <strong>the</strong> next few months. The<br />
producers would throw around ideas with us and would eventually let us know what had been<br />
decided: what we would film, when it would be done, and sometimes even how <strong>the</strong> things we caught<br />
on camera would fit into upcoming plotlines. Every once in a while we would film an activity, not<br />
really knowing where it would end up. Those types of things often ended up in what <strong>the</strong>y called<br />
“Frankenstein episodes.” For example: me buying an exotic bird as a gift for Hef, Kendra consulting a<br />
“pet psychic,” and Bridget taking her dog to get an agent were intercut to create a pet <strong>the</strong>med episode.<br />
In several of <strong>the</strong> meetings, I’d campaigned for a Playboy internship under Marilyn Grabowski,<br />
<strong>the</strong> photo editor at Studio West. I knew this was never an opportunity Hef would give to me<br />
ordinarily, but I thought that if it was something chronicled for <strong>the</strong> show than he might actually let me<br />
give it a whirl.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> time, we had already shot two pictorials for <strong>the</strong> magazine and I absolutely loved being at<br />
<strong>the</strong> studio. The idea of working on set with <strong>the</strong> models and being a part of <strong>the</strong> decision making really<br />
spoke to me—I was desperate for some sort of creative outlet. Marilyn was responsible for coming<br />
up with ideas and <strong>the</strong>mes for shoots, doing <strong>the</strong> art direction, and choosing <strong>the</strong> best photos to send to<br />
Playboy’s Chicago offices for layout design. After spending years admiring all of <strong>the</strong> Playmate proofs<br />
routed through Mary’s office, reading <strong>the</strong> memos back and forth between editors, and seeing <strong>the</strong> final<br />
selects for <strong>the</strong> magazine, I felt like I had developed an eye for <strong>the</strong> process. On <strong>the</strong> occasions <strong>the</strong><br />
executive producer pitched <strong>the</strong> idea to Hef he turned it down. (Hef was never in our plotline<br />
brainstorming sessions; he would be consulted afterwards.) No reason was ever relayed back to me<br />
—just that it didn’t get approved. I was too timid to ask Hef about it myself, particularly with <strong>the</strong><br />
knowledge that he had already shot it down.<br />
I was so frustrated, always hearing “no, no, no!”<br />
“It’s <strong>the</strong> one idea I’m really excited about and he keeps turning it down!” I complained to<br />
Bridget one day while I was lounging in her room. Not only was I <strong>the</strong> quietest, least outgoing cast<br />
member, but my interests overlapped with Bridget’s so much that I found it difficult to find plot ideas<br />
for myself. There were so few things that felt unique to me and were also within <strong>the</strong> boundaries of<br />
what Hef would let me do. I was starting to lose patience.<br />
As she set about organizing a pile of craft supplies, she told me she had actually heard something<br />
about it. Sitting cross-legged on her poufy pink round bed, she and I had been discussing ideas for <strong>the</strong>