Well before “celebrities” adopted the conceit of using only a single name, one need only say “Marilyn” and the world knew the reference was to Marilyn Monroe. Because there was only one Marilyn.
She’s beautiful; to me, she was and remains the most beautiful woman in the world. Even more bewitching than Elizabeth Taylor, although Elizabeth was gorgeous. But her looks lacked …vulnerability.
Marilyn? She always seemed so…unguarded. So innocent.
And oh, how the camera loved her. It worshipped her, paying homage regardless of her expression or circumstances.
Even when frowning, she was so stunningly gorgeous.
Her heavy-lidded eyes could look sultry, but you always felt she was laughing a bit at herself. That she didn’t take herself seriously
She played the seductress, the tart, the bombshell well. But it would be a mistake to think that was the entirety of Marilyn.
She could also be elegant.
Wide-eyed, yet seductively exquisite, she wore her innocence like an aura. It was an unshakeable part of her charm and may be the reason that the men in her life were so diverse.
Arthur Miller and Joe DiMaggio? Little in common.
But Marilyn’s appeal transcended those differences. Men loved her.
And men used her.
Never before has reading a newspaper looked so enticing. As does Marilyn.
If she’d been born in another age that appreciated her in a more complete way, when psychiatry wasn’t quite so primitive, her life might not have been quite so tragic.
An age when powerful men couldn’t easily use beautiful, sensitive women.
Do we live in that age now? I wonder.
Even as she matured, she still dazzled. She was still sexy.
Her life deteriorated and she was no longer young and fresh. But in some ways, I see her as even more beautiful for her flaws.
Her death remains a mystery. Some say she was murdered by the Kennedy clan because she was about to expose their use of her.
There are valid indications that RFK and JFK each took their turn with her.
It’s sad, but it’s what can happen when vulnerable women are defined by their beauty.
And when powerful men feel invincible, as they did in that era. The era when journalists kept secrets. When it was easy to cover things up.
Had she lived, Marilyn would be 88 years old now. An elderly woman? It’s unfathomable, really.
Maybe the fates know what they’re doing, after all, when a life ends so young.
Still, we remain enamored of her. I’m enamored of her and can’t get enough of the documentaries made about various facets of the star.
For all her beauty, Marilyn remains a tragic figure in a generation when many women felt powerless.
I like to think that in another dimension Marilyn is living the life she should have lived, happy and fulfilled.