Is Hef Losing His Touch?

Is Hef Losing His Touch?

Are Holly Madison and Kendra Wilkinson creeping?

What is this world coming to? There are celebrity chefs now. The government is baling out banks. People are taking illusionists seriously. And Hugh Hefner may be getting dumped? Let's pump the brakes a little bit.

Over the last few days, it has been alleged that magic man Criss Angel has put Hef's number one gal Holly Madison under his (ugh) spell. The rumor started when old Mind Freak was photographed with Holly Madison (isn't she Hefner's fiancé?) over the weekend followed by Perez Hilton announcing that the 2 were going public. Madison denied these rumors on her MySpace page as did Hef to E!Online's Marc Malkin.

While we can't fathom living in a world where a magician can brazenly swoop in and date whichever blonde celebrity he cares to, it does appear that Hef, per the Marc Malkin blog, may be losing his touch. Just because someone is in your bed when you go to sleep and when you wake up still leaves 10 hours of unaccounted for time. We're just saying alot can happen between the hours of 7 PM and 5 AM.

You can even get engaged in that much time. Per Top Socialite, there is rumor that another of the Girls Next Door is thinking of making a move. The gossip has it that Kendra Wilkinson is engaged to Philadelphia Eagles' receiver Hank Baskett. It looks like Perez Hilton is blowing up the spot on this one too (does he have a grudge, was he ejected from the grotto, what's the word?). Evidently, she thinks he's pretty cool, per her MySpace page, but is not engaged to him, also per her MySpace page.

So far the third Girl, Bridget Marquardt, has avoided the rumormill.

Good enough for us. So, officially, Hugh Hefner is still master of his domain. But his daughter runs Playboy and leases the mansion to him and he did tell Marc Malkin that, "I think that in the future, the girls are going to, in time, be dating others and moving out of the mansion…" End of an era? Not quite yet, it sounds like things are still happening, nominally, on his terms. This is almost as sad as the day that you realize you can beat your dad in wrestling.