Book By Its Cover Review: Being Hugh Hefner's Girlfriend

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Today is the day to enjoy a lucky break.

Book By Its Cover Review: Being Hugh Hefner's Girlfriend

Granted, I have discussed this before, albeit in a humorous capacity. But I am crazy about the show "Girls Next Door" on E!, the look into the lives of Hef and his three girlfriends Holly, Bridget and Kendra. How much do I love it? I even acquired the copy of the Playboy issue with the girls on the cover. (I only read the articles.)

Watching the show, though, offers a surprising glimpse into life at the mansion. It doesn't seem that great. Well, a priori, I guess a lot of it would be nice: being a girlfriend would mean automatically that you're young, beautiful, blonde and beloved by many. You live in a mansion, go to a lot of parties and have a friendly staff at your beck and call.

However, other than that, I'm not sure it's all it's cracked up to be. The girls sort of act like they don't mind sharing their boyfriend, but deep down, you can see that sometimes they strain when they smile (especially when Hef's older girlfriends come around and belittle the new arrivals.) Jealousy has to be a factor.

Meanwhile, life in the mansion doesn't seem that magical. A lot of it seems fairly quiet. The girls have a curfew, after all: on one episode, they took a trip to Las Vegas but had to leave at five in the morning so they could get as much fun in before they came home by ten. Each girl has a room that's decorated sort of like a high schooler's dorm room: lots of pink, posters and dogs and cats running around. Why the acquisition of all the animals? I think in some ways it might be a bit of boredom.

Finally, even though Hef is a legend and looks amazing for an 80 year old man, it must be strange sometimes to date someone who could be your great-grandfather. Sometimes he just doesn't get what they're telling him. During one party, Kendra turns Hef's hat to the side to make him a bit, as the kids say, 'gangsta,' and he obviously has no idea what she's doing. It smacks a bit of "Oh grandpa, you're so cute."

So for these reasons, and other, more practical (but much more boring ones), I don't think I'd like to be a Hefner girlfriend. I would like to be invited to the Playboy mansion, though. So drop me an eamil, girls. I won't steal your man.