Among the odious rituals Hef's girlfriends were expected to participate in regularly, Madison writes, was the "bedroom routine." After twice weekly drug- and alcohol-fueled club nights in Los Angeles, Hef's girlfriends and whoever else they could recruit to join them, would gather for what can perhaps only loosely be described as group sex.According to Madison (and some details have been echoed by other former girlfriends), the ritual would begin with them putting on matching pink flannel pajamas.When I was younger, like say in junior high, and they would give talks at school to the girls about abusive relationships, the talks would always kind of go like, "If somebody hits you, you need to leave," and I'm sitting here listening to that and I was like, "Oh, how stupid, who would ever stay with someone who hits them?
So I think there were some girls that definitely freaked out and had gotten in over their heads and just ran the other way and never came back. Well, nobody was really allowed to go out and have their own life.
You needed to find a new place to live because you were losing your apartment, but at the same time, why did you do that if you felt "ashamed," as you wrote, of your sexual encounter with him?
Because I felt like I made a really big mistake that night and I wasn't going to just have done that and not get what I wanted out of the situation.
" Or, "Oh, Hef should have married you." As if I had missed out on something, when I was independent, free, and making tons of money on my own and doing really well in my career.
And I just couldn't believe that people couldn't see that that was better.
How do you think it would've been different if you were the only one there throughout the seven years you spent with him?