The Girls Next Door: Season 2
starring Hugh Hefner, Holly Madison, Bridget Marquardt, and Kendra Wilkinson
E!, Sundays at 9pm

Who knew Hef would let the cameras into the fabled Playboy Mansion last year - and after the ho-hum season that they had, who knew they'd be back?

The problem last year was despite the initial thrill of being (sorta) in the mansion, what we discovered was Hef isnt really the player he once was. From what we saw on E!, gone are the orgies, gone are the all-night parties, gone is the debauchery.

In fact he's trimmed down from seven girlfriends to three and in reality it only looks like he's getting any action from one of them.

What? Hef can't get love in the Mansion?

Maybe that's all he wants. He's 80 now. Maybe love is really what it's about (once all that lust was worked out of his system).

Anyways, as far as we were concerned, "The Girls Next Door" quickly turned into "The Kendra Show", the 21 year old tomboy who loves hip-hop. No offense to Holly, Hef's "#1 Girl", or the perky Bridget, but the former seems a tad too desperate to get in that will and the latter seems nice but are we really looking for nice at the Playboy Mansion? Not really.

What we want is hot, which is why whenever Kendra appeared on the screen life was good.

In this season's debut we see Kendra in such a tight dress that she can barely walk down the stairs, let alone across the many garden paths to the animal pens, where one of the girls wants to show Hef his gift.

Speaking of Hef's gifts... um... when the girls say that they want to give him his gift you should see his eyes get big. He's a man who has everything except for a naked chick doing him, so when it turns out that his gift isnt just that, we're dissappointed, but somehow he eats it up. Even Kendra's lame present. But what it shows us is even Hef has a soft spot for the super hotties - he lets them get away with anything.

We enter into season two of The Girls Next Door with trepadation. We don't want to have the myth of Hef continue to fall apart. We don't want to think that we're scoring hotter babes than the greatest man in town. And we'd like to think that the greatest house in LA is rocking harder than Casablanca parties attended by other senior citizens.

What we'd like to see are the parties held by the ladies when Hef is out of town.

Or if that can't be arranged... Little Blue Pill Night.