This program made me wonder... Why would that decrepit old man, Hefner, who swims in millions, give his okay for such an invasion of his privacy? Giving parties/orgies for his "pals" (Hollywood idiots) in his cartoon-like sex mansion is one thing, but letting cameras roll into his bedroom in the morning is quite another. (I can't forget that uneasy "hi there" he gives to the cameraman as he prepares to munch on his breakfast.) Have the sales of that idiotic magazine gone down? Are some men sick of fake boobs, ILM-touched-up skin-tones, perfectly shaven havens, and inferior-looking bimbos posing as "beauties"? Or is the web at fault... After all, paying for photos of a couple of plastic-looking harlots - and one or two interviews with moronic celebrities who have nothing intelligent/interesting to say - can't possibly compete with the internet these days. Perhaps one of the three girls talked him into it. Hugh is pushing 120 now, so he can't be that difficult to manipulate anymore... Perhaps it was Holly, his no.1 skank? All three? The gals certainly need as much as exposure (hence money) as they can get, because once the old Maharaja grows tired of them, they'll be tossed away into the Playboy mansion's "Washed-Up Blondes Pit" before they can say "dildo": it's a place right next to Hef's orgy-cave; it's about 100 meters deep, and contains the bones of many a short-lived Hef-sex-toy blonds. Seriously now... where do all these ex-Hef-faves end up at?
What is it with this man? Why doesn't this ugly nerd like beautiful, NATURAL women? I haven't seen a single Playboy skank with natural breasts in the show. Aesthetically speaking, Hefner is a peasant: like some truck-driving trailer-park-living redneck who can't tell Madonna apart from Vivien Leigh. "Hell, what the heck, I'll have either of them!" Hefner lacks style, lacks taste, he is like a starving man stumbling into a five-star gourmet restaurant and then ordering a hamburger. On the surface, the Playboy mansion may look glitzy and comfortable, but it is a kitsch-laden collection of shiny crap, very much betraying the nouveau-riche-like roots of its dorky, aging owner (who can't believe his luck). Holly, who is his current(?) main bedmate, is objectively average-looking - at best, and that's just the face. The breasts look like someone stuffed two-over-sized apples into her, completely disregarding how these two rotting silliconal fruits will look when covered with over-stretched skin. Gravity seems to be Hefner's biggest enemy. I suggest he moves his mansion and all his dumb floozies into outer space, when/if that becomes possible, and that way the breasts will not go down all the time, because there won't be a "down" anymore. Holly even semi-complained (she wouldn't dare to fully complain about anything) that Hefner was urging her to make her nose smaller. What... smaller than tiny? Maybe Hef has a secret crush on Michael Jackson. He is a degenerate old f**t, worshiped and idolized by the moronic MTV generation who consider a "tit-salesman" to be the height of entrepreneurial achievement. Any idiot can make money with erotica and porn; you just have to be sleazy enough to do it. He was at the right place at the right time so he made even more money than the others. Big deal. A hero to morons only.
Whether it's due to very careful editing or whether it was the girls' genuine charisma, I don't know, but Bridget and Kendra come off as fairly likable. Unlike Holly, whom I wouldn't throw a second glance on the street, Bridget is very cute, although she'd clearly look even better if she'd shed that Barbie look. I can't stand her phony balloons, of course, but she seems cheerful and easy-going enough to counter-balance that major drawback. Of course, that's how she is presented: I wouldn't trust those TV "reality" shows that much. (Bleedin' obvious.) She says that people immediately think "bimbo and slut" when confronted with Hef's bunnies, and she is absolutely right: they do think that, and they are absolutely right, too. Holly calls Hef her "best-ever boyfriend" which is funny to hear on so many levels...
Yes, the show is quite watchable, far more than the Lohan, Kardashians, Hulk Hogan, or Denise Richards crap. (It says a lot that three simple-minded, luxury-starved bimbos are far more likable than all those just mentioned combined.) TGND is often unintentionally funny, as when Bridget says that she has a Masters degree in Communication. Vagina Communication, of course... (It seems they hand out college degrees like hot-dogs in the States these days, huh? I guess money not only buys unconvincing breasts but unconvincing diplomas as well.) I love it whenever the three gals boast about their great lifestyle - which is fortunately often - while always trying to carefully avoid blurting out the painful truth: "I love the luxury that a decaying old rich man provides for me! And I don't even have to feel him up much, Holly does most of that!" That kind of truth... But you don't even have to read the truth between the lines, because it is so unbelievably obvious. This plain, staring-you-in-the-face obviousness of what the blonde bimbos ARE - but which they try to more-or-less cover-up - is what makes the series most entertaining for me.
And if you happen to disagree, i.e. do not find the show itself amusing in any way, then you can always check out the pro-Hefner reviews posted here. They're a scream.
Hefner and his riches have such powerful control over the girls that they don't even dare to act out their petty jealousies. I sense there must be some rather pent-up resentment there, just as in any other harem.
