The Girls Next Door is a First Rate Guilty Pleasure for me.  And should be for you, as well.  I mean, if you are watching it.  You can't file this under "thought-provoking", or "culturally enlightening", but it is loads of fun. 

Despite all the bleached-blonde hair, silicone, and ridiculous, incessant giggling, I find myself truly liking these Girls. 

Holly, Bridget and Kendra have given actual personalities to the Playboy stereotype, and really make you think twice about basing your opinions on people's exteriors.  Which I love to do, as it saves me the time of having to get to know someone, but that is, possibly, not the best way to do it.  Possibly.

Holly is the Type-A, determined, wife-minded one, who I think is actually the only real girlfriend out of the three.  Girlfriend, granddaughter.  Potato, potahto.

Bridget is the bubbly, giggly one, who happens to have her Master's degree in Psychology.  She is also the only one with real breasts, and is rumored to be married-but-separated from a previous boyfriend.  I can't decide which is more surprising.

Kendra is the youngest one, and reminds you of your annoying-yet-oddly-charming 14-yr old brother,

in a bombshell body.  When you watch her interview vignettes, you can't help laughing at/with her, and thinking she is a bit of a spaz.  And then you see her in photographs, and you can't believe how gorgeous she is.

You sort of wonder if Hugh Hefner hasn't created an extremely deluxe halfway house for wayward blondes.  Kendra has said, on one occasion, that he saved her life.  The interaction between the four of them is so much like a bizarre, blonde, Swedish-bikini-team family, and the girls obviously feel very safe and cared for at the mansion.  I wish someone would "care for" me by gifting me a brand new Porsche Carerra, like Bridget's.  Although, much like the mansion zoo animals, rumor has it the girls are kept on a fairly short leash.

There have been a few episodes, where the Girls were given a weekend pass to go to Las Vegas, or to their hometowns.  And in the most recent episode, the girls dragged Grandpa to Monte Carlo. 

FINALLY!  Sheesh.  All that money, and no traveling?  I was about to have one of my spells.

The Girls proceeded to leave the bunny stamp on the chic principality.  While Hef took frequent naps, and Metamucil, and gazed out the window of their suite, the girls did some parasailing.  Bridget and Kendra were briefly arrested, when trying to casually call on Prince Albert one evening, unannounced.  And there was plenty of flashing, courtesy, of course, of Kendra.

They did, eventually, have the chance to meet the Prince, during a celebrity event, and Kendra, never one to mince words, pointed out that her the best thing about meeting him was that he kept looking at her boobs.  And then she let out one of those barking/wheezing laughs, and said "We're going to Australia next!"

We're not here to judge, and every girl deserves to have a vacation she enjoys. 

These Girls totally get the Girlfriend Getaway idea.  But next time, we'd recommend leaving Hef at home.